Missing You.
A Story in 100 Words.
Break-Ups
A Story in 100 Words.
I’m not sure what was worse, her exit or her absence.
She left one week ago with no tears.
She packed her stuff as I sat on the couch, brooding.
That was one of the things she liked.
Then she didn’t.
She asked if she could take the dog mug.
I made some, what I thought funny, remark.
I used to amuse her.
Then I didn’t.
She made her way to the door and looked back.
I stood to hug, hoping against hope, to kiss her.
“Please. Don’t bother.”
Later, I sent her a text:
I miss not missing you.