He's Gone

After a long weekend, that seemed perfect in its perfection on Friday night, things fell apart. And more apart. And so apart that I considered intervention. Then kindness. Then the realization that my kindness toward another did nothing for the fact that I hadn't done anything wrong.

So tonight I told him to leave. He tried to tell me that he couldn't talk to me, but I couldn't listen. Because I knew. I knew we needed a break. I knew that I didn't want to tuck someone else into bed. I knew that just because it was my thought didn't mean it was wrong.

I don't know where he is tonight. He asked if he could call me over his lunch break tomorrow, and I said, "Sure."

"Sure" is his least favorite answer from me, but it was all I could give.

We hugged. We cried. I hate seeing his face when he cries, but I have to take care of me.

I don't know what will happen. I love him, but I know love isn't enough.