It was a Saturday like any other.
Usually he woke up first, but that morning I woke up before him. I woke up next to him, the love of my life, just as I had almost every other morning throughout the six years we had been together.
We started our normal routine. We had breakfast and did a workout. We got in a small argument, like every couple is prone to do, over something insignificant in the greater scheme of things.
I showered. He left. We never said goodbye.