I began playing a measuring game with him. Add up all the inches between us. What is the quality of his silence? Where does he go when I do not hear from him for hours? How many other women laugh at his childishness the way I do? How long has he been falling out of love with me? Please don’t make me divide us. Please stay. One more day. One more second. Don’t go. Don’t just be another one who had to. This is not a show you want to be part of anymore, I know. Just please don’t leave me onstage. Don’t let the crowd see. Do it when the curtains close, at the very least, if you have to.