Part 1: Blast from the past

"Don't tell me I'm overreacting! This will never end! Year after year and she still keeps running back to you. And you! You let her. This is never going to end, is it?" she's screaming now, crying almost as if she was begging herself to stop. Stop, you silly girl. Just stop. He doesn't hear your heart breaking. All he hears is the sound of hundreds of plates falling off the counter, creating a lifetime of mess. He doesn't feel your nails slowly piercing through the soft skin of your palms. All he feels is confusion and sheer anger towards your unreasonable demands. 

"You're being ridiculous. Just please calm down. What do you want me to do? I'm with you now, aren't I? I chose you. She is part of my past and she means nothing to me! Why can't you see that?!" he now remembers the first time he laid eyes on her. The shine in her eyes. The mesmerizing smile she wore. The lingering scent she left as she rushed by him. If only he could let her see her in his eyes. She was perfect. He loved her with all his heart. And he chose to be hers. He chose to admire the gentle madness she had in her. He chose to carry her to bed on nights she was too tired to open her eyes. He chose watching her fall asleep in his arms every night. He chose her. 

"With me now. Chose me. Why do you make it sound like you didn't have a choice! Why do you always make it sound like you settled for me because you couldn't make it work with her!? Why do you keep running to her unkept promises!? Why!" your heart is taking over your mind now and words you've sworn to keep safely locked in your heart have recklessly found their way out. Stop. Stop making things worse. But you can't seem to hold them in much longer. As your whole body starts to tremble uncontrollably and light sobbing turns into this heart wrenching wail, you wished clenching your hands tightly, leaving nail prints on your skin would make the pain go away. 

"You're being unreasonable. I love you and you know it." he falls to his knees next to her as if praying to get through to her.

"You love me. Of course you do. But not enough to stop her from hurting me through you".