“do you ever feel like someone belongs with you for just a moment, not a lifetime?” i asked this under my breath, hoping he wouldn’t hear me as i said it. i’d come to the heartbreaking conclusion in our lapse of silence. he looked me in the eyes, but then turned away.
“i don’t understand what you mean by that,” he replied in the stiff manner i’d come to know as the precursor to an argument.
i waited for just a moment longer, holding on to that last moment, not really knowing what to say, or how to say what I knew i had to. “we make time for people we care about — people we want to see. but maybe that’s not how it’s supposed to be. maybe there’s not room for people for a reason, because some people have a purpose to fulfill & then they move on with their lives. it’s just that sometimes we grow dependent or fall in love with this person by accident and when they have to leave, it breaks our hearts.”
“so this is how you tell me you want to leave?” it was his turn to ask the question.
“no, you’re leaving me.”