Moving

We met somehow 2 years ago.

We kind of living together and now I'm getting ready to leave.

We are now adults, and we can no longer be together just because we like each other.

We used to have few fights, but lately, it's become a daily occurrence

and I'm always crying.

He always gave up and he always lightly hugged me and the fight would end there.

We were like a couple in a classic nighttime drama.

Suddenly, I noticed a sticker on a piece of cardboard.

Ah, I must be the one who is the "dangerous thing" to handle.

It all started with that one word that I couldn't say out loud

because I was afraid it would break everything.

"I'm leaving."

I didn't mean it, I just wanted to confirm the love that had become an everyday thing.

He didn't say anything.

After few seconds, he said

"thank you for everything."

Two years fell down in just 15 seconds.

I guess I knew it would be.

I quickly found a place to move to, and finally, today is the day I move .

The point card I had worked so hard to accumulate, like a good housewife, was now just a piece of paper,

and my next appointment for cavity treatment has become meaningless.

I started to pack my belongings, but I don't even know which one is mine.

I also didn't know what my life is going to be like without him.

"Help me a little." I said.

He began to help me silently, but the ring I had given him was no longer on his finger.

He also put our souvenir photos and mementos in a box.

The preparations for the move were complete, and our lives were over at the same time.

I said,

"Please be happy."

The cardboard boxes I lifted were heavy with the weight of two years.

I don't know what it was, but it brought tears to my eyes.

"It's too heavy for me to carry, so I'm going to leave it here."

I ran out of the house without even looking at him.

I should have left my feelings for him behind too.

I really like thier songs, so I wrote down as my novel.