Say Goodbye
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My Dearest Maureen,
I love you. You are my reason for life. Years from now, I see you growing old with me.
The day you walked into my life was the best day of my life. I didn't know it then, but I was the luckiest man ever. Few people get the chance to meet the love of their life.
I don't care. I'm letting you know how much you mean to me. You make me the happiest man alive.
I love you.
Love,
Mark
Mark struggled to hold back the tears, as he placed the letter in a box. How could they have gone from this to barely being able to stand being in the same room with each other?
Confusion marked his mind. He loved her, more than anything. He truly did. Yet, he just didn't understand. How could he love her so much but still hate her?
No, he didn't hate her yet. If he stayed with her any longer, he would end up hating her and he didn't want that. He wanted to be able to concentrate on the good times, and not get angry every time he thought of what she had done.
"If it's meant to be, it's meant to be," he murmured, placing the old shoebox under the bed.
Walking out of the room, he hoped he would bump into her. They had been avoiding each other, but that didn't mean anything. He knew she was hurting as much as he was.
Pausing, he caught a whiff of strawberries…her shampoo. She had never been materialistic, but she still needed her strawberry shampoo. Glancing up, he saw her standing in the doorway.
"Mark, I didn't know if you would be here," Maureen murmured, stiffening up. "I can leave," Mark shook his head.
"Stay for a minute. I'm not willing to throw you out anyway," he murmured. It was the first time they had been civil to each other in months. "How's Micah?"
"Fine. For a Great Dane living in a luxury high rise, he's doing fine," she said. "Don't ask me the doorman fails to notice, since technically I'm, I mean, we're only supposed to have a Chihuahua."
Micah was their giant Harlequin Great Dane. As much as Mark loved him, the dog technically belonged to Maureen. He had been Maureen's dog before he had even met her, even if it had only been by three months.
"He was always a gentle giant," he murmured, slinging a backpack over his shoulder. "I've got to go. I've got footage I need to get in the park." Awkwardly, she hugged him.
"Um, yeah," she murmured. "I just came by to pick up the last of my stuff," She hugged him once more.
"If you ever need me," he murmured, whispering in her ear. "I'm here,"
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