He was home from college for break. We sat in the car talking. Eventually, he said, “I don’t love you like that anymore.”
I couldn’t speak. My world fell apart in that instant. A line from one of my favorite Tori Amos songs kept running through my head. “It’s cutting my hands up every time I touch you.”
I kept praying for it to rain. I wanted to stand in the rain so that it would mask the tears that I refused to show him. Tears I refused to show anyone. But the rain never came. So I sat there in silence.
I started the car and drove him home in complete silence. I couldn’t speak. If I did, my voice would betray my heart. I couldn’t say goodbye.
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