The Bitter End

My favorite (if not best relationships) were all amidst whatever would be the opposite of the honey moon phase. That beautiful, fleeting period where I (and likely us, both) know that things will soon never, ever be the same. Everything that was once built off of there is dead, or warped so much as it in visible unrecoverable. That sort of "enjoy it while it lasts" mentality. There are no expectations, no strings attached. I can finally live, and love, without the omnipresent, all-encompassing fear that something good will come to an end, because I know that it will.