I'd be tossing the idea around in my head for weeks. I had no idea what to say, when to say it, or even why, really.
It wasn't until we went to the grocery store one day. We shopped with our own carts, squeezed our own avocados, and stood in separate lines.
It was that moment of clarity I really needed.
We sat silent, pulled into my driveway and broke up before we could even get out of the car. I drove them home and that was that.
The worst part of it all? My ice cream was melted.