I like to think of our relationship as a tree that grew with love. But, it was injured as a sapling but it kept growing on our love and we kept placing more pressure on the break. To avoid it we would skew conversation and avoid certain topics in turn robbing our tree of vitial nutrients. Then, one day it snapped and we didn't know how to save it so it died in our hands together and we buried it together crying but the zombie of the tree haunts us every night for our irresponsibility.