Tears I’ve shed just thinking about this.  Tears that I don’t want to cry.  My heart sinks with every second of recalling this hurtful situation.  Why and how can one person affect something so much?  There is one person that is on his way to doom something that is perfect.  Someone that seems to understand how to play the cards right.  Someone that sharks those who struggle.  
It kills to know the there is problems like this looming over my head.  But there is an inevitable fact that tells me nothing good will ever come out of this situation.  One person can interfere with something so cherish able and get away with it because he knows how to get into someone’s mind, someone’s heart, and someone’s feelings.  He is the hidden bomb waiting to blow this to pieces.  He is the ticking demon that haunts my dreams and my inner security.
But why does this create such stress to me?  Why does this hinder my ability to see clearly any longer?  There is nothing more I wish to do than to get rid of this pest.  But that is no longer in my ability.  I’ve taken too much time.  I’ve waited too long.  And now this falls in someone else’s hands.  
Someone’s hands that aren’t prepared to let it go.  Someone that doesn’t see what I see.  Someone that has fallen accustom to his games and his charm.  Yet what can I do but sit and hope that this will get better.  I feel my words have no power on this person to make them understand that he will do no good for anything.  And this raises an alarm in my head and my heart.
I feel I can only sit here with my eyes shut hoping that this bomb doesn’t blow.  I can’t seem to believe that there is a better way out.  I don’t want this to be broken or harmed because of one person.  But if I wait any longer the bomb will blow and there will be nothing left but scraps and memories lying on the floor of what used to be a humble life.

All because of one-person stress has become my new best friend.