I could sit there all day reading the sms I was not to send with my fingers on the curve of the tea cup, absorbing the warmth of the steaming liquid in it.. there's no need to ask a question or even overlook my desire to know, little things being answered by the wisdom of the years I was and was not with him.

Soon I have to pack my stuff; books and clothes and my favorite cup. I’ll leave the people I’m going to miss later and the one I’m never going to have to break up with.