Summary
John and I have been in love for ten years, with countless breakups and reconciliations, entangled endlessly.
We have been part of each other’s major life events. I know every one of his quirks, and he has seen every one of my unseemly sides.
On our tenth anniversary, he finally knelt on one knee in front of both our friends and proposed to me.
During dinner, I saw him replying to a message from a girl.
“I don’t love her, but I have to be responsible for her, do you understand?”
“I don’t understand. Last night in bed, you clearly said the person you can’t live without is me! You want to be responsible for her, marry her-then what about me? What am I to you?”
“The one I love is you. Isn’t that enough?”
I silently finished the wine in my glass and told John I needed to go to the restroom.
The phone was left on the table, my coat was hanging on the back of the chair, and in the bowl were shrimps peeled by John for me.
In the overturned wine glass lay the engagement ring I had worn for less than an hour.
I didn’t go back.
John, we’ve talked about breaking up so many times.
But the ones who truly leave never say goodbye.