I chewed the end of my pencil. I’d never been one for writing letters.
“I’m sorry this has to end.” I frowned; rubbed it out. “I’m sorry things have to end this way.”
I bit my lip. That would have to do.
“I want you to know that I’ll never forget you.”
I sighed. Goodbyes were the worst. I drained my glass of liquid courage.
“I hope there are no hard feelings.”
I gazed out across the street. A pair of lovers strolled by, arms entwined. I wanted to yell at them; to let them know their love was fleeting and naïve and fated to end.
“I am returning my key,” I wrote carefully.
Trudging along the road, the sullen dusk was at my back. I glanced at the envelope once more. “Active Life Gym, 259 North Street.” I closed my eyes one final time. And I mailed my goodbye.