I didn't want to see his eyes. Pure darkness of agony and pain would enter my soul. He was in one of his moods. 

Why did I have to go for a guy with serious issues? 

Why can't he just be happy that I'm around him, instead of making me feel...

Thoughts of comfort, past memories of his hugs clouded my anger.I can't even stay mad at him. What am I going to do? 

I don't know what to do. Half of my mind is switching into lesbian mode. Working with a lesbian doesn't help, and she is damn sexy. I blabbed with her about my boyfriend the other day, when she really got me thinking. 

"Are you happy?" She plainly asked.

"Well...."I trailed off to actually think about it.

"Are you happy, it's as simple as that. Think about it." We finished assisting one of our elderly residents into bed, and went our separate ways. I couldn't stop myself from checking her out as she walked down the hall. 

Emily came into my mind. I would have so much more, if I was with her, 

I pick up my cell phone and call my boyfriend. He answers the phone and we talked for an while he was out with his friends. The conversation was cold and brittle at first. As time passed, emotions got heavy and we shared tears saying "I love you". He wished to be happy, that the thoughts he had disappeared. He also wished that he didn't leave .