I squat next to your spread-eagle body, biting back a smirk – you never could hold your booze. Pulling out a tube of rebellious violet lipstick, I unscrew the cap. Holding it like a pencil, I hover for a moment, thinking. But there isn’t a perfect way to say hey, I love you babe, but it’s just been too long – time to move on. C’est la vie and all that, is there? With a sigh, I go with something short and sweet.

It was fun while it was lasted. See ya ‘round. xoxo

You barely even stir as I smudge the lipstick along the inside of your forearm, the once-perfect point now a lumpy stump. In the back of my mind I knew it was inevitable, but at the same time, I never believed this day would come. Everyone knew I have the attention span of a gnat when it comes to anything remotely significant, but we amazed them all, sticking together for so long. They were beginning to joke that we were practically ready to say ‘till death do us part.’ But I guess I just wasn’t as strong as everyone thought.

Sorry, love.