“I’ll admit, it was easier than it should’ve been to let her go. Too easy, maybe. Maybe she was right. Maybe I wasn’t in love with her. Not in the way she wanted me to be. Not in the way that makes a man drop everything just to keep someone from walking out the door. But I did care. I cared enough to notice the space she left behind. Enough to catch myself reaching for my phone on quiet nights, before remembering there was no one to text. I missed her sometimes. Not all the time. Not painfully. But enough. That had to mean something. Even if it wasn’t everything.”

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