I watch him walk towards me, hands in his pockets and a disappointed look on his face.

"There is something I have to tell you" he says. The words rolled off his tongue with little hesitation. I think in the back of my mind "Is this it? Is this really the end?" Before he can even open his mouth and say the words he practiced over and over in the bathroom mirror. I place my hand on his cheek, smile wholeheartedly while our souls speak for us. "I know I say. It's okay." I speak. I give him one last kiss and turn to walk away. I think to myself should I look back is there more to this story? But I keep walking forward into the unknown of our untangled futures and whisper to myself.

"Farewell, my almost lover."