Jay was your boyfriend. You guys loved each other a lot, but recently you'd gotten into a rough part of your relationship. He was always working or at the gym or running errands, as if he was avoiding you. He wasn't, he was just a workaholic that always needed to be doing something. He always had to be working on a project.

Jay walked in the house to find you gone. He looked at the counter and saw your note on the table. He picked it up and read it, mouthing the words to himself as he read.

Dinner's in the fridge for you. I made your favorite. Wish I didn't have to eat it alone. Again. I'm at Suki's (your best friend) to help her unpack some of her boxes and move in. Love you.