Vision In Blue

I've been following six word story on Twitter for a little while now. I get a glimmer of an idea from some of their tweets and I decided to do some quick writing exercises from them. I'm going to try and add a twist in, but it wouldn't be fair if I told you straight off. *wink* I can't make you love me. I've tried We cuddle together, and at first I feel like you do love me too. You're happy as I stroke your soft curves. Connected, contented. Then out of the blue you change your mind. You push away. I should leave you, but I want you to be close. But you lash out and words are exchanged. I won't learn from my lesson, I love you and I know you love me too. You nuzzle up to me when you think I'm asleep. I can feel your breath on my face when my eyes are closed. But when I open them you give me that look that secretly always makes me smile. But then you roll away. When I go to leave you hear me laying the suitcase out and you...

I didn't realise how bad it had gotten. There was no getting away from the crushing routine. One dead end disaster averted, and I thought everything would be fine. But that same heavy feeling crushing my soul. It left me helpless. It left me numb. The same feeling I thought was gone. Bubbling in the background. A fleeting reminder of what used to be, risen to the surface, but... still the chipping diminishing me. Is there anything left to let go? The chips become fissures. I slide ever closer. Realising something needs to change. Can't pretend like one thing would fix it. It's time to re-plaster these cracks. My life is a yard sale, and everything must go.