She chooses to believe that she walked away and he looked after her, sighed, and went back inside the house, and that he took a shower and just went to bed. I choose to believe that there was a part of you, the most human part of you, who cared for me more than you ever planned to. I choose to believe that you hurt on my behalf for a long time, and perhaps you still do. Neither of us will ever know the truth of these situations. We walked away. And we looked back and we chose, and we walked forward again.

the only thing that could make my living sitch more perfect would be if we had two large, snuggly cats