It approached. Winter came quickly... I thought of ending it then, but I couldn't. I couldn't say goodbye right before Christmas, and then I needed a date for New Years Eve, and then I didn't want to spend Valentine's Day, St. Patrick's Day, or even Memorial Day lonely. Then I guess he grew on me. I guess. Then came July 4th, September, Halloween, and then Thanksgiving. Then Christmas again. On Christmas he asked me to marry him and I felt that I owed it to him. It was our 3rd winter, 3rd Christmas, and I couldn't say goodbye again. Who would I have to spend all those holidays with? I couldn't show up on New Years Eve, 2000, Y2k, alone... Since 1997 he'd escorted me to party after party, dates, holiday gatherings... I couldn't say goodbye.
Hah! *Hopes this is fiction.* But let's be honest, this happens more often than not. How did it go? "I've grown accustomed to her face."
It is fiction, no ending, yet! Thanks for the comments!
I'm 34 and live in NY.
and these are my stories...(insert Law & Order sound here)...
It approached.