Inspired by my writing class, a (very feeble) attempt at a micro-story on love:
She had regretted her decision for years and only wished that she could get those six years of lost time back.
He had been hurt by love one time too many, so he couldn’t allow himself to truly need her, no matter how much he might want her.
They gave it a third try- a try after moves across the state, the country, the world.
However, once you fully and completely break the heart of someone who once loved you without holding back, the trust can never be regained.
So she let him go.
Willing to shoulder all the hurt and blame, she let him go.
Knocked Out No Longer 
Not feeble at all. Beautiful and sad, my favorite kind of story. :) xo