You're on the bathroom floor, listening to your bf packing his things. Tears roll down your face. He gently knocked. I have all my things... I only need my toothbrush. You slowly stood up and picked up his toothbrush. You handed him the toothbrush. He grabbed your hand. This is it.. but it's for the best, right? You kept quiet Right baby? You finally respond: right.. you can go now. He stood at the door for a long time but finally got the courage to leave you. Take care...