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.