We had an agreement, telling each other when being unfaithful. But finding out when you are on the other side of the world, destroyed me. I should have taken the flight back home, interrupting all this shit and not cling to him when he is the reason my world falls apart. So stupid, so naïve. Thinking it was all a dream and today I am still with him. And I hate myself for this, not being resolute. Since then, every day a piece of me and my trust dies. He loves me, I love him but he’s just not good for me, for my mind, for my soul, for my confidence. But I can’t say goodbye either to him or to my life. So here I am, fighting every day against my fear of losing the love of my life to the fight inside me.