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

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