It's been in 10 years since that fight. Sounds too long right? Believe me, it felt like my whole life.
"I trusted you " I said with said with eyes full of tears
"I never asked you to!" he snapped
"How could you say that?"
"look I think we should get some distance"
"Distance? You know you mean the world to me?"
"Well to me you don't now. There's someone else."
"So those last few months meant nothing to you? "
"Let's not talk about it and move on."
"So this is it?"
It was the last conversation we ever had until now. Our last shared words. He nodded. He was not ashamed to leave me with such an explanation. It's almost as though nothing happened between us. He slammed the door behind me and left the house forever. I stood there trying to make myself realize that he was just a mistake, a silly one... but accepting the fact that he was gone was the hardest thing I have ever done. That whole day I never moved. I just sat in a puddle of my own tears wondering how my life came to be this way. I eventually got off the floor and moved on, but I will never be the same. Every door I see I will only picture him walking out it.
