I know now why you left. It wasn’t because of anything I didn’t say or didn’t do. It wasn’t my fault; perhaps, if I succumb to my unfailing instinct to be the bigger person, it wasn’t even yours either. You left because I wasn’t a part of your past, or your future—I was only a part of your present. You never saw me as anything else or anything more. You’re leaving because you could. And you’re leaving because you can.