One Where Things Come to an End

Sailor got up in the middle of the night. The thought occurred to her, this is exactly how this started all those years ago. She looked down on the person in bed, his blonde hair glowing in the moonlight. She leaned down, sat on the floor and began to whisper to him. "It's crazy how much as happened. Please know that I loved you though. More than I have ever loved anyone. It was impossible not to fall in love with you. But I need something different now. I need to be heard and understood. My words need to carry weight with someone. I shouldn't have to feel alone because I can't express how I feel because I'm always being cut off and interrupted before I even got a chance to explain. I need to be cared for, I need someone who won't get mad when I'm not okay because it means they're not getting their way. I need someone ready to support me and help get me and us back to where we need to be. I'm sorry I need someone to tell me it's okay. I need someone to be nice to me until I'm ready to be nice to myself. I need nice words instead of harsh ones. I need recognition on how much I put into this. Things won't always be okay, but when you aren't nice to me simply because things aren't okay, okay gets further and further away. You just don't seem to understand. You want me to be all over you and ready to jump your bones when you come in the door, then I need to be okay and I need us to be okay. Literally all I need is for you to be nice to me. But you won't. It's like you can't be nice to me for more than 24 hours at a time. You can't be nice for two hours and think that makes you nice to me. Be nice for a week, two weeks and then it'd be a conversation. You have hurt me, wounded me, and the only back is to nurture me. You have to nurture a wounded thing, give it special care and attention, or it won't heal. And you won't do that for me. I'm sorry and you always were my favorite." Sailor got up, wiped her tears, and grabbed her shoes on the way out the door. And she left the blonde boy for the final time.