Impassé

Lately, I've been seriously thinking (again) about letting you go. I know it would take some time, but I also know that if I really set my mind to it, I could do it. I love my boyfriend, he loves me. He's so sweet, sweeter than you ever were, or at least that's what I tell myself.

But you, as always, have weakened my resolve; you with your easy smile and words that are serrated at the edges. "I'm tired of trying to make sense of my feelings for you," I said. You paused thoughtfully, then replied, "I think we love each other, but the way we do fluctuates for us both. And in the meantime we manage to make time pass..."

Now, where does that leave me?