Hannah got up from Gil's bed that night. As quietly as she could, Hannah got dressed. She then put the rest of her clothes in her bag. Her heart hurt her, but she had learned over the years to trust her mind over her heart. It was easier that way. Less mess, less pain, things were more black and white

She then went into the study to get paper and a pencil. Sitting down in Gil's chair she started writing.

Dearest Gil,   

I guess that is my "Dear John" to you. I hate to do this to you. Please understand why I'm doing this.

Ever since we were freshman in that dank old high school, I wanted to be with you. When you asked me out to Homecoming, I never thought I could have been happier. Well I was proven wrong, I was always happy when I was with you.

We grew together; we loved each other, we had a baby together. When you I thought only with my heart, I based my life off of you, us. Funny isn't it, how when I was 18 I would jump at the chance to love you forever as your wife, but as an adult, I'm not sure about anything?

When I had to give up Lydie, I stopped thinking with my heart, it become too hard to do so. Now I can just think with my mind, and only my mind. The emotions are simpler; the motions of like are easier to go through. When you called me and said the name you gave me, I started to think with my heart again.

Last night, laying in you arms, I realized something; I've let myself feel again. The reason why I ever found someone was because I was afraid to love. I love you, but at the same time I'm so scared, for all those years I've had this idea of what it would be life being together, growing old together. Now that is a reality, I'm running from it like a little girl. The little girl that you asked out to her first dance, the little girl that you gave her first kiss, the little girl who gave you a daughter.

Please forgive me. Last time I wrote you a letter, I left you with nothing, and I'm not going to do that this time. I love you; I've loved you since I was 14 years old. I've loved you ever since I knew of Price Charming.

I just realized that this is the second real letter than I ever wrote to you (notes in junior history class don't count). The first time it was the last contact we had until last week. Maybe it was best that way, I don't know. I love you forever; I love you always.

                                                                                                     HLJ

Hannah then tore the piece of paper off the block and but it back in the door. She then grabbed the scissors that were lying there. Slowly lifting her hair Hannah found a suitable lock to cut of. With one fluid motion she freed the stands from the base of her head. Hannah then took off the ring, the very ring that was supposed to be her's all that time ago. Taking the hair, she threaded it through the ring and tied it on a loose knot.

Taking both the letter and the ring to the bedroom, Hannah inhaled deeply; she wanted to remember his scent until they met again.  She placed the items on her pillow. Gil was still sleeping, a little smile on his face, the dawn's first light starting to play with his features.

With a soft kiss Hannah picked up her bag and left the room. As she walked to the door a tear began to fall. Before the door to the townhouse was shut, her single tear was now a waterfall of tears.