There came the day she had to tell him the truth. She had dreaded this day. The truth always bored her half to death. But there was no way around it. She looked him deep in the eyes and said, with a most serious look on her face: “The truth is, and I can’t possibly tell you how much I hate to use that dreadful word, that I do not wish to be associated with you any longer. I enjoyed our relationship thoroughly, but it must end sooner or later. I suggest sooner. What are your thoughts?”
“Very well.” He said, getting up to go pack his bags.
God, the truth always has a way of ruining perfectly wonderful things.

(Source: creationoftheday)