After a ten-day work trip, you didn't feel like yourself. I'd cook you dinner and do the dishes. Check in and gave you space.
You sat on the bed in a bathrobe and said you "didn't think this relationship was going to work moving forward." I was talking to a stranger. After four years and without a reason, you left me and the dog and half your shit in the apartment.
Two months later, I drove by you walking down the street, holding hands with your coworker. You were wearing a purple dress I'd never seen before. And you were smiling.