“Is it that painful for your eyes to see? Is it such a pain that simply glancing at me causes you anguish?” When I saw his sorrowful eyes, I felt something else in my chest. This was the expression I was expecting to receive before we called it quits.

“Are you hurting?” he followed up with a series of queries.

I wiped away the tears that streamed down my face and eyes. There was no stopping it, as though they had a water supply the way they dripped. I am adamant about my decision. I’ll never forget what occurred to the two of us. The past is gone, and it...