J,

You ended it a month ago, for a bullshit reason I don’t understand. You won’t bring anything up, and you act like everything is fine. You don’t care. You still make dinner, and text me all the time. We decided to stay in the apt. for a month because of money and the lease, and tomorrow is moving day. I’ve packed my things, and I’ve painted. I’ve gotten rid of furniture, and I’ve cancelled services, but you haven’t packed anything but 4 small boxes. I went into the office and saw every card I made, letter I wrote, and gift I crafted for you in the last year in a pile, that is just sitting on the edge of the desk. I’m calling it your pile of indecision. Like you don’t know what to do with it. You could throw it away, like you did us, and not think twice about it, or you could keep it, and be reminded things weren’t really bad at all, they just needed attention and affection. Our jobs and school schedules gave us no time together. Why do you think things were so great when we went away to visit family? We got to spend time together. You know as well as I, that what we had was special. Did you just not love me anymore? I’m so confused, and so sad. I just wish I could understand why you chose this.