Random Short Stories

I Wanted To Run

It didn't feel like any of it was real. I was running from my dreams, I was running from him. The man I had once loved now meant nothing to me. How could this have happened? How could I just stop loving him? He was perfect. Kind and sweet, smart and funny. Why didn't I love him? What was wrong with me? Anyone would have been happy to be with him, but I wanted to run. Why?