I leaned next her ear and whispered, “When I know I’ve fallen out of love with you, I’ll come back and we can be friends. Like old times.”
I wanted her to whisper sadly, “in that case, I hope we never meet again”
instead she just said “goodbye.” and nothing else
It’s something I’ve found out about myself from the last few months. I’m not a very emotional man but when it happens, and there’s another person in the room with me, I tend to take notice of-or do menial things. When I broke up with Sam, as I held her close as she wept, I noticed the color of the wall. Was it always that yellow? and the detail on that desk is quite amazing…