For days, she attempted to plan what she was going to say to him. As summer emerged and the initial shock rippled outward, she made inward, emotional notes.
And she cut her hair.
Twice.
But when the day came, it was more about just getting there. No matter the countless, unsent emails or the lengthy written drafts.
The experts say face-to-face is always better.
And she got there first.
Ordered black coffee. No cream. No sugar.
When it was finally her turn, her mind peeled back for the pages.
Retrieved nothing.
The blue void sighed back at her and she was left with only one phrase.
"I thought you'd love me for a long time."
And upon this, she prepared for everything else.
