I'm leaving you, he said.

Ouch. 

I went in search for the meaning of this callous act.

I dredged up all my previous hurts.

Lined them up like a firing squad.

One of us must die. You or I.

Stop! Shouted the Buddha.

Act one. Scene one. Take two.

I'm leaving you, he said.

Ouch.

It's a wrap.

Anyone for coffee?