He looks at her walk away.

Each day she speaks a little lesser than yesterday.

Each day she isolates herself some more.

She smiles but her eyes don't crinkle like they used to.

She speaks only when spoken to.

He's tired of these one sided conversations.

She was his sunshine.

She says those three words but she doesn't mean them.

She speaks to him for his sake.

Because she knows he isn't ready to leave her, not yet.

Maybe never.

She prefers this over the fighting and yelling.

This eerie silence.

It speaks volumes.

Compromise is what its called.

She doesn't talk much but she knows her eyes tell him stories.

Her eyes tell him that there is someone else.

This boy.

He makes her come alive.

He is the light at the end of the tunnel.

He reminds her of happy feelings.

Sunshine.

He is that feeling that she can't describe.

Him ♥