I’d be a fool to say I didn’t know it was coming. Something this perfect couldn’t have lasted. I just didn’t expect it to come so soon.
I watched as he put his belongings into a bag. As one item, and another item, disappeared from our lives together, I felt my chest tighten. He was packing the most fragile pieces of my heart.
He said it wasn’t because he’d found someone else. He said he wasn’t happy, and that I was the only person who’d given him a shred of hope for a good life when he moved to Texas for work. His contract ended, and he said I wasn’t enough to sustain a life outside of the world he grew up in. He said people were different back home. He said there he knew a different kind of happiness. He said I wouldn’t fit in.
He was my happiness.
With a packed bag over his shoulder and his back to me, I thought I heard pain in his voice. “I want you to know that you own a very deep and personal part of my heart. You always will. But, I don’t love you the way you need me to. I’m sorry.”
Through watery eyes, I tried to memorize every last detail about the man I’d vowed to love forever. I knew I’d never see him again.
My knees couldn’t withstand the heaviness of my heart, and I fell to the ground. I dug my nails into the carpet and looked up at the ceiling. I begged, “Please God, help me.”