I was worried about starting a fight while she was gone 2000 miles away, so I was quiet.
I spoke up yesterday and she encouraged it. She liked that side of me. Things seemed better, and then I pushed today in an character not of my own.
She cried, won't take my calls, changed her password to her email, de-activated her facebook, and left me.
I know part of me should feel relieved that the fight is over, but all of you didn't see us. We had moments. We embraced in a gentle way, and just held something special.
I miss her.