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November 16, 2011
She left without a word. Stuffed her clothes into a ragged backpack and slammed the door on her way out. The cat watched her leave from the bedroom window, and no matter how much it meowed, she never came back.

The physical hurts so much less than the mental.

He learned not to love her, learned that hate was easier. Looked for proof that she never cared and convinced himself that he found it. She let him believe what he could and hoped it helped, but as for her, she slept with the light on.

Someday you will forget me.