I took my time shaking the snow from my jacket as I stood in the doorway of her house. If you're going to be breaking up with someone, the least you could do was not dirty her home while you did it.
I paused for a moment before knocking. I went over what I wanted to say, what I wanted to explain to her.
Then I knocked.
She opened the door wearing a cropped jacket. And nothing else.
I paused, trying to remember what I had decided I had to tell her a moment prior.
But it had melted away.
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