The relationship that had no title but took everything
You know exactly when it ended. Not because there was a conversation, a door slammed, a message that said we're done. It ended the way fog lifts, gradually, and then all at once, and then you were standing in a room where they used to be. There was no ceremony for this. No one brought you flowers. Your mother did not ask how you were holding up. Your colleagues did not know to be gentle with you that week.
