"Why?" You ask, evidently trying to stop your lips from quivering.

Falling out of love has no explanation. It simply happens. We just stop loving. So, what was he supposed to say to you? His suitcase packed, his decision made, he had nothing to offer you except that apologetic gaze. Apologetic for no longer loving you.

"I can't tell you why."

"Is it because of me?" You soon came to regret that question. You should have asked a different one.

"I don't know... Maybe."