He walked out, without being kicked out.
I tried not to bitch, tried not to let my irritation show, but it did.
I wanted to get over it. He kept asking. I let it out. I should have kept it in and not acted like a spoiled brat.
I tried to focus on what was happening but I kept escaping into reruns on TV.
I watched him pack his stuff.
"Are you just taking sometime to think?"
"there is no time anymore"
He said I love you and walked out.
He walked out and I didn't fall apart.
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