I walk away, knowing he won't stop me. He won't call out my name... he won't even make a sound. For years, I wondered whether his indifference reflected his lack of concern for me, or his inability to put his thoughts into words. Right now, it doesn't matter.
It doesn't matter why he seemed so calm and stoic as I told him that he's the worst thing that has ever happened to me and that I never wish to see him again. I poured my heart out and told him about all the things that have pushed me to the edge and that I no longer believe that he ever loved me. And he just stood there taking it all in and when I was done, he just uttered his favourite syllable, "Hn".
That's when I turned away and left. leaving behind all my hopes right there at his feet. And I also left behind a part of my heart that has and will forever belong only to him.