He has packed his belongings and left. It is not as simple as this but the ending is this simple.
He hugged me.
He said he was sorry for hurting me.
BUT he can't live like this any more.
And he is gone.
I am wandering around the space left, a little lost.
I will survive this as I have already survived much losing.
I WILL be okay.
I WILL myself to get through the rest of today, and face the rest of my days without him.
I will clean.(when I stop bouncing off walls). I will be okay.
But for now I hurt.
So, I guess he didn't love me after all.
At least not as I understand love.
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