It was our fifth anniversary, five years of her putting up with me without hassle. Stupid me, of course, forgot about it, and went out drinking with a few of my friends. I might have been a little buzzed when I came home late that night, or rather early that next morning, but I will never, ever, forget that hurt expression I saw after I opened the door to our three bedroom penthouse that we shared. She sat there, tears in her eyes and silently sobbing, while the only thing she said was "You forgot again, Shane". It wasn't the first time that I forgot something important in our relationship, or just pushed it aside to go out.
"Oh my God, Mitch, I'm so sorry. I completely forgot, I-"
"Just save it, Shane", she said as she stood up and walked over towards the staircase. That's when I realized that there were a few suitcases, probably containing all of her items in this apartment, stacked neatly by the stairs.
"No no no no no", I repeated as I ran my hands through my hair and tears started to spill out of my eyes.
"I'm sorry Shane. You know that I'll always love you, it's just that I can't take this anymore. Goodbye, Shane."
She stoked my cheek and gave me one last small kiss before walking out of the door, suitcases in hand.
I hoped, wished, and even prayed to a God that I don't believe in, just to get my Mitchie back. She, unfourtunately, moved on, and now held the hearts of two men: One being her fiance, and one being me. It's true that I'm still alive without her, but I feel as if I'm barely breathing. I mean, after all, the best part of me was always her. Now, she has someone that won't need her to be their best quality, because they're already perfect.
As I sat in the church pew, unstopable silent tears streaking my face, she was up at the altar with the most beautiful smile that she's ever possessed. I'm sitting here, falling to pieces, and she can't even notice. I guess that when the heart breaks, it doesn't break even.