Limbo
The anticipation. The dread. The silence. Weeks of it. I've had enough. It's unbearable. I've afforded you the luxury of individually deciding our collective fate. So make a choice, now. Because I'm not going to brood in this dense, desolate pool of worry any longer. We will be together, bonded as close as humanly possible, for the whole duration of our united destiny. Or I will altogether forsake you, reducing you to nothing more than a distant memory. In any case, I refuse to be imprisoned in this indefinite state of limbo. And I will not spend another minute of my life being your servant, disguised as your friend. Your wishes aren't the only ones that matter; and I'm not foolish enough to be deceived into believing that's how it should be.