"We stood there, looking at each other, saying nothing. But it was the kind of nothing that meant everything. In her eyes, there was no trace of what had happened between us earlier and I could feel something inside me break.
So that was that. We were finally, finally over.
I looked at her, and I felt so sad, because this thought occurred to me: 'I will never look at you the same way again. I'll never be that guy again. The guy who comes running back every time you push him away, the guy who loves you anyway.'
I couldn’t even be mad at her, because this was who she was. This was who she’d
always been. She’d never lied about that. She gave and then she took away. I felt it in the pit of my stomach, the familiar ache, that lost, regretful feeling only she could give me. I never wanted to feel it again. Never, ever.
Maybe this was why I came, so I could really know. So I could say good-bye.
I looked at her, and I thought, 'If I was very brave or very honest, I would tell her.'
I would say it, so she would know it and I would know it, and I could never take it back. But I wasn’t that brave or honest, so all I did was look at her. And I think she knew anyway.
'I release you. I evict you from my heart. Because if I don't do it now, I never will.'
I was the one to look away first."