I have to trust that you don’t hate me. I have to believe that you knew me well enough to understand that I wouldn’t do this to you, to us, unless I had to. I just have to spend a little bit of time thinking about me for a while, and I’m sorry if that hurts you. It hurts me too. It hurts to notice that when the word “love” just barely escapes my lips, you bolt away as though it stings. I’m sorry that I make you feel this way now. I’m sorry that you can’t look at me anymore. I’m sorry that we can’t sit at the same table like we used to. I’m sorry that you can’t tell me how your day is going anymore, or what it is that’s got you looking so sad. I’m sorry that I can’t be here anymore. Because it aches. But let’s just be stronger because of it. Okay?