You smiled, but you were already halfway out the door. That killed me. You must have thought that you wanted to leave on good terms. But you moved like a thief in the night. I would have preferred you making a scene. I would have preferred you pointing a finger at me. How I was a bad boyfriend. How you could not imagine a future with someone who was lacking so much and in so many ways. I would have preferred it if you had shouted and yelled or went crazy. But you did none of that. You planned. You waited. You created a distance between us. Slowly. One step at a time. One day at a time. Until one day it felt weird to touch you. I felt the cold emanating from your body where once a warm heart was. I naively thought that you were – just like I was – tired of your…our everyday grind. So, instead of holding you tight and making you change your mind, I gave you space. I have regretted that many times in the years that followed. But, in the end, it probably would not have made a difference. I had already lost you. What stung was that I was the last to realise that.
The last to know
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