He rolled his eyes in pure exhaustion as I could tell he wasn't up for having the talk again. He seemed so removed lately, was it me, was I driving him away? I grasped at his shirt sleeve as he pulled away. "I just can't do this anymore," he exclaimed angrily. I had been nagging him about getting engaged but he wasn't ready. I had been asking him almost every day if there was somebody else and I could tell in that moment that I had pushed it too far. He was done. It was over! Though I knew it, I couldn't accept it as I fell to the floor, begging him, pleading with him to just stay. I promised I'd change as he looked down at me pathetically and walked out the door. I couldn't live without him; I sobbed frantically trying to figure out how to change.