All your little secrets, deceptions and past unfaithfulness have accumulated into a heavy jagged weight in my heart. Now you just get mad when I question you. Maybe its time you had the freedom to find out what life is like without me. C.B.

I think you still love me, but we can’t escape the fact
that I’m not enough for you. I knew this was going to happen.
I’m not angry, either. I should be, but I’m not.
I just feel pain. A lot of pain.
I thought I could imagine how much this would hurt,
but I was wrong.
Haruki Murakami