The Choice

There are times when I greatly regret it, the choice to love him and not leave him. Especially when his conclusion to things is to send me on my way, or suggest i leave... I wonder why does he never choose to say something else? Why does he always choose to add my dismissal as a viable solution to the real problem of us? Perhaps it's because he's so scared that he's trying to scare me too. Perhaps he really is fed up to the point that he doesn't want to do this anymore. Perhaps, he's nothing more than a big kid, who doesn't know his ass from his elbow let alone what he wants. I can't make that choice for him. The decision is his alone to make. So what do I do when I've made my choice? I believe in the words we never spoke and act as if we did...