Moving on—it’s natural—it’s what humans do. Or, at least should. It wasn’t required.
‘It’s time for us to stop pretending, Thomas,’ was what I wanted to say, but it was hard to get across without shaking. It was too complicated, so I just sent him the divorce papers, and ran away to a cheap motel.
I was acting like coward.
I knew that.
I woke up the next morning, not expecting to smell his aftershave or cigarette breath.
I realized we were truly over then.
The ten years we spent together has finally ended.
It was a feeling that relieved me. It was a feeling that made me realize that things didn’t end and begin with him.
He wasn't everything.
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