When I left work, I asked if you would help me find my first bike. I decided I was finally ready. By the time I got to your apartment, I knew I had to end it.
It came as a moment of clarity; I never thought I'd be that brave. Didn't think I could get on without you. Wasn't a good enough cook. Didn't ever do my own laundry.
You took such good care of me. I wish I could've told you once more. But it takes us years to tell these breakup stories and for most of them, we tell 'em wrong.