I look at him and I know that he doesn’t love me in the way that he once did before. He’ll never love me like that again. Everything is tainted now; I know this for a fact. Nonetheless, my legs refuse to walk away and my heart refuses to let him go. It’s as if I’d rather suffer through the heartache than lose him altogether. And I don’t know which is sadder, me - the girl who is not strong enough to leave, or witnessing a love that was once so strong, slowly fading away into nothing.