FICTION | 1st attempt.2

i saw it coming. The End. Bryan wasn't cheating on me. that wasn't his style. i couldn't say i wasn't cheating on him, though. Bryan knew what was going on but he was always quick to forgive. maybe what people tell me is true; he worships the ground i walk on. maybe that was why he forgave my misdeeds.

so it wasn't a question of infidelity at all. it was the arguments. those heated arguments that always crop up, one way or another. initially, i had thought the arguments, the debates, the disagreements were what's balancing out our relationship. but then i realise that we had different ideals. Bryan rarely supports my ideas, my aspirations, my dreams. he would usually scoff and scorn at them. at best, he would just dismissed them. he got especially antsy when i talk about getting out of this town for good. friends say it was maybe because he couldn't imagine life without me. but i suspect it was because he thought i couldn't survive out there on my own. and once i got that thought in my head, it set off all the other little alarms.

Bryan and i had been going out close to a year. we have the same friends, we like doing the same things, our folks knew each other, we were almost perfect together. but it wasn't enough for me. i got restless in the relationship. i wanted more than this. and i began seeing Bryan as the one thing that was stopping me from getting what i want. since i wasn't into compromising, i decided to end it.