When it comes to romantic relationships, can you ever really pinpoint the beginning of the end? Was it the silly fight you had over a brand of sugar or the sudden lack of intimacy? Can you ever really know what could be tagged "the turning point." Although many couples find their "happily ever after" the others are faced with unpleasant fate of "all good things mustcome to an end."

Today was the day I woke up and realized that this might be the beginning of my end. I really can't explain why. We've fought and made up many times already. Nothing was noticably different between us.He still gave me his warm goodbye in the morning and the promised to call me later. However, somehow I knew that things were different.

Maybe it was merely my perspective that changed. Suddenly a future with him that I had tried so hard to imagine with him became unimaginable. Every time I tried to envision endless happy days ahead it seemed that all I could remember was the visious words from our last fight or the hours I had spent crying my eyes out afterwards. I remembered how every time he explained what he needed from me he seemed to be describing someone who didn't exist in me.

I woke up with the cold, hard reality that it was impossible for me to be the person that he was looking for and that he would never be the person that I needed. Mr. Right had become Mr. Right Now without warning and it seemed there was nothing I could do about it.

It's an all too familiar feeling when time seems to move slower than ever. Each minute ticks away bringing our relationship closer to its inevitable doom. I knew in my heart that it was going to die. I just didn't know where, how or when.They say that if you know that something isn't going to work out you should spare the other person's feelings and bow out gracefully. You are coached to "do the right thing" and be honest. "Just like ripping off a band-aid" you should call it quits and move on.

As the old cliché goes, "it's much easier said than done." When you dealing with about a dangerous concoction of emotions and shattered dreams it isn't so easy to let go. You become torn between following your instinct and following your heart. You torture yourself with endless questions of "what if"-mostly wondering if what your feeling is "just