We might as well be strangers

Katherine Anne Porter once said; ‘There seems to be a kind of order in the universe…in the movement of the stars and the turning of the Earth and the changing of the seasons. But human life is almost pure chaos. Everyone takes his stance, asserts his own right and feelings, mistaking the motives of others, and his own.’

My words were mere formality, an acknowledgment of a decision long made in the corners of my mind.
“I’m sorry Norah, but I just cannot do this anymore, this just doesn’t feel right any longer…”
That’s all I could come up with. Two years in which not a single day had passed without my heart calling out to hers, two years that had been anything but ordinary. Two years that didn’t get the break-up-line they deserved.
I guess the words I chose to call things over were just as helpless as I was.

No fight, no questions, not one single tear.

I don’t know what I expected, but I did expected her to care. She remained careless, as she had been so many times before…She nodded and said goodbye, argueing she didn’t felt like talking about it.

One might say it’s easier to leave than to be left behind. Perhaps.
But sometimes leaving means being left behind too.