Love Was Written

Lena, I thought leaving you would be a clean break. But it's not. It's more like tearing a page out of a notebook.. the paper never comes out perfectly straight, there are always bits left stuck in the binding. And I think I'm the bits left behind. People keep asking me if it was a "hard decision." As if there was a moment when I just sat there with a scale, weighing the pros and cons, and then chose the lighter side. It didn't work like that. It was slow. So slow I didn't even realize it was happening. Sometimes, love looks like staying. The movies only show that part.. the big speeches, the running after each other in the rain, the I'll fight for us. But sometimes, love looks like folding your clothes into a bag while the sun is till out, checking the fridge for things you bought together and deciding which ones to take, and leaving your copy of the key on the counter without a note because a note would make it worse. I didn't leave because I did...