I sat in the dark, still clutching his letter.
His claims of love, even as he sought to get as far away from me as possible, weren't very convincing. Then again, perhaps he had loved me once, but certainly not now, not to leave like this.
To be honest, our relationship had been in trouble for some time, but I'd refused to let myself see just how bad things were.
In my pain, it was hard to remember how it had even happened: Had he become distant first, or had I? Did it even matter?
Either way, he was gone.