You just missed your boy, your man. You wanted him back. To hold you in his big arms as he talked passionately about the books he read. But no, you were left with only memories, seeing him sitting on the other side of the table, wearing an orange prison jumpsuit made you know those moments wouldn’t be coming back, any time soon. You watched as he glanced at the officer guarding the door, as he finally looked at you. You were here for him. You had begged for months to see him, and it had finally been granted.

"—I- I know I'm not wrong. And I know there are people who have faith in me. Now more than ever, babe, I need you. But, I don't know if it's right for you to associate with a criminal like me."

You would never see him as a criminal. Was he giving you a signal that he wanted to break up?