They Never Saved Me A Seat So I Built My Own Table Chapter 12
Even now, he thought the problem was Bianca.
But it could have been anyone. The result would have been the same.
What made me leave was the fact that he had never once treated my feelings as something to be taken seriously.
I took the bracelet out of my bag.
I had meant to leave it in the drawer on the day I left.
But when the university shipped my remaining belongings, I found it had somehow ended up in a folder of my important documents.
I placed the bracelet in his palm.
“Bruno, we’re over.”
He grabbed my wrist. “I don’t agree.”
“A relationship takes two people to start,” I said, slowly pulling my hand free from his grip.
“But it only takes one to end it.”
Panic finally flickered in his eyes.
“Then what were the last three years?”
“They were three years that I loved you, truly.”
I paused.
“And they were the three years it took for me to finally see you for who you are.”
He stood in the rain, clutching those gifts that had come too late.
I turned and walked back toward my office building.
Behind me, I heard the wet thud of the paper bag hitting the pavement.
The cannoli with my name on it rolled out, its delicate shell smearing in the mud and rain.
I didn’t turn around.
The things I never got back then were no longer the things I wanted now.