She told me I was different from other men my age.
She said I deserved excitement, romance, and happiness.
Margaret, meanwhile, had become so familiar that I barely noticed her anymore.
I had mistaken her loyalty for something ordinary.
I had mistaken her love for something that would always be there.
And I was about to make the biggest mistake of my life.
« I’ve packed my things, » I told her. « I’m leaving tonight. »
Margaret looked down at her plate.
« I know. »
I frowned.
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