Like many times in my life, I grew bored.
Simple days became dull, honest conversations made it impossible for me to tell the truth. When you asked how my day was it took all my strength to not tell you I had robbed a bank during lunch.
Where I reached for intrigue, you sought after routine. While most of us feared winding up alone, I lay sleepless at night, anxiety ridden over complacency.
I had left a long time before I before my bags were ever pack, you said.
