It’s months later and still you think about how you left her laying there. You just walked out and left. How could you have done that?
You were tired. She was too, or so you imagined. There really was nothing left to say. It had been a good run, and like all good things, it had ended. Suddenly, badly. There were tears. You weren’t proud of the things you said.
Sometimes, things don’t work out, no matter how much your heart wants them to, no matter how great your desire, no matter how much you love. They just slip out of your hands. You know that now. You knew that even then.
Something goes wrong and, as much as you don’t want it to end, you simply must walk away. Rest. Heal. Try again when you’re ready.
But still how you left her stays in your memory. Haunts you. Wakes you up in the dark hours, with the memories playing over and over in your mind like some video streaming from hell.
You really should have put that barbell back in the rack.