After a year and a half of dating, she told me not to plan anything big for Valentine's Day. We should get together that night and talk.
We'd been working together, same department, same floor, for three years. I was a nervous wreck that day, compounded by recent insomnia. Finally I busted into her office and asked to talk about whatever was going on. I had no idea what to expect.
She told me it was over. It felt so out of the blue, but she had been mulling: We never talked about the future.