Heartbreak.

He said we’d be together forever.

He’d promised me the world, told me I had his heart always. He gave it to me along with his ring, promising to marry me and make me that happy forever.

We lived together, happy for a while. But then Life caught up with us.

His job kept him away from home, and my education kept me from household chores. I couldn’t find a job and his stress kept growing. Things were getting strained.

His father was pushing us farther apart, testing our bond. I thought we’d out last him, prove we were strong and what we had was worth protecting. I was wrong.

We’d had a fight, but were getting better. Things improving, and moving back to where they were. I called him with good news, only to get bad news.

We were over.

Heartbroken, I gave his ring back and moved out.

It’s time to move on now, but my heart doesn’t want to.