I finally took off my ring this morning. It sat on my desk for a few minutes while I just stared at it. MeuAmor has been home all week, and I know he cried the last time I talked to him. He hasn't wanted to talk to me since. In reality, it's probably better that way -- all it does is make him upset. It's hard to describe the mix of emotions that I'm going through right now.
MeuAmor: "Do you still love me?"
Techno: "Yes."
MeuAmor: "Then why are we breaking? Why are you throwing two years into the trash?"
Techno: "Because sometimes, love just isn't enough."
Over the chatter of twenty-some other people on the MWR phones, he didn't hear me.
He doesn't understand. He'll probably never understand.
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