I layed away from him, my back facing his. I heard him snoring softly next to me, indicating he was asleep. I sighed sadly, and a small tear escaped my eye. Forcefully I wiped it away, but soon more tears were coming out of my eyes. I growled quietly in frustration as the tears become silent sobs.

I knew he was awake after a while. For his snoring had ceased, and I felt him wrap his arms around me protectively. As a result I started crying harder, only I turned myself so that I could be faced to his chest, where I cried for who knows how long. The whole while he softly stroked my hair to calm me down.

After my episode, I hugged him back as a way of saying thank you. He kissed my hair, and went back to sleep. Not asking why I was crying. He didn't need an answer, for he knew the reason. This was breaking us slowly and violently. We were never meant to be together. And now that more people know, it has been harder for me to smile.

Once I heard him snoring again, I carefully got off the bed, and went into the living room. I couldn't sleep again next to him, and he couldn't either. Only I was the one that had to sleep on the couch. It has always been this way. We no longer slept in the same bed.

I start out sleeping on the bed, but as the night progresses, I feel I don't belong there. He knows that I move to the bed during the night. He watches me as I leave, which proves to show that I don't belong there. He never begs me to stay, he just lets me go.

The couch had a comforting refuge when I laid down on it. Not like my place on the bed. Where it could always scream at me demanding that I shouldn't even think about laying there. I sighed gently as I closed my eyes. This was the way it would always be. And it broke my heart every night. It probably broke his heart too, but there is no way to fix the biggest mistake that we have done.

...Fall in love.