"Lets talk"...that was a line I had heard many times and now I knew I was hearing for the last time. I tried to remember the way every syllable sounded. Her voice was like a calming breeze. There was no anger in it, she wasn't yelling she was just simply stating a request. No emotion. But what is it that a person really wants to hear when its all over? What do you say? The hardest part of it all is that I know I can not fix it. I can not make it better. I know deep inside that it is all over and that is the hardest thing to come to terms with. I wish I could ask her to sit down and chill for a minute. I just got some really funky nuggets and I would love to smoke with her one last time. I would love to hear her giggle and watch her look at me with those sparkly brown eyes, excited, full of energy and life. But instead I just say

"I wanted to say goodbye. I know that it is all over but I want you to know that..."

 I pause for a minute. Should I tell her that I will always love her? Nah...that would be a lie. I really don't know waht to say so i repeat myself 

"I want you to know that we will both be better off."

****! What did I just say?! I wanted to stick a sock in my mouth just to ensure that no more stupid comments come flying out. 

 Maggie looks at me. Her brown eyes don't look the same today. They are darker, there is no sparkle and the excitement is gone. There are no tears in her eyes. The is no emotion or love left in them. I wonder, as I look at her "what is she thinking?" Probably "you ****** bastard! Just say something!" She too knows its over.

"You and I both know that it would have never worked. Whay drag something out and hurt each other any more then we already have. Goodbye. and she walked out the door.

I wanted to scream, I wanted to tell her to come back, I wanted to tell her that it wasn't over yet and that they could try again. I wanted to tell her that I could fix everything and we could just start all over but, I knew it wasn't true. I knew that this time she was really leaving. Of course we have had a million fights and she has threatened to leave a million times but I knew that this time she wasn't bluffing. So I just sat on the hardwood floor, with no rug, staring at the white walls that just a yesterday had so much color and life. But toaday they look empty, lifeless, like the inside of a jail cell. I said nothing and I watched her walk out the door one last time.