There’s a light at the end of the tunnel, they say. But they always forget that tunnels have two ends. You’re drifting along, alone in the dark, content with your lonely life, until you meet someone. A faint, little light in the distance. As you get to know her, you grow closer, and the light gets brighter. Hang outs, and movie dates. Arguments and make ups. Then, one day, you find yourself outside, in full daylight. You love her. You plan a life together. You’re happy. But, you look ahead and see it. Another tunnel. You know you’re heading for the darkness once again. No matter how hard you try, you can’t stop it. She begins to drift away. You notice the small things at first. She stops telling you about her day, or she doesn’t lean into you when you embrace. The bigger things are harder to ignore, though. She stops inviting you to go out with her. She spends more time with her friends, then she does with you. She stays out later, and doesn’t smell like herself when she comes home. On New Year’s Eve, you go out together, and she stands with a friend between you the whole night. You give up after that, and start planning for the end. You pack a bag, and keep it in the back of the closet, just in case things go bad. You start looking for apartments, writing down contact information, and hoping you won’t need it. You hope that it’s just a rough patch, but one day you realize, you’ve already entered the tunnel, and the light is fading. Dimmer and dimmer, until it’s barely there, and she’s gone. Sure, there’s a light at the end of the tunnel. But what if you’re moving away from it, instead of toward it?
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