This is the end of your relationship. Not because you stopped loving each other, not because you fought, only because you want different things. You have a job offer on the other side of the country, he has work obligations here.

He watches you pack the last of your stuff into the back of the car, standing silently on the sidewalk of your old apartment. He's not so selfish he'd ask you to turn the offer down, but god, he wants you to stay.

"Is that all of it?" he asks, his voice strained.