I knew it was the end when I saw him lying on our bed with the tranquility of someone without goals in life.
While I brushed my hair and looked at his silhouette through the mirror, a thousand thoughts invaded my mind.
Why did I have to be the only one in the relationship carrying the weight of the desire for a better life?
In that instant I wanted to be him. I wanted to be calm and he to feel stress.
We didn't end for lack of love, we ended because I was moving forward and he didn't want to take a single step.