I didn’t not look you in the eye when I left. I didn’t not listen to you cry, I didn’t not answer when you asked me why I had to go. I didn’t not treat you with respect and dignity. I didn’t not give you a hug and tell you I was sorry. I didn’t not leave a few months’ rent so you could find someone else. I didn’t not worry about you, and I didn’t not cry a little myself that night and for weeks afterward.

But I didn’t not go. That’s not the most important part to me, but it isn’t not the most important part to you.