These opportunities don’t come very often.

One thing that I didn’t tell her, that I wished I had said. I wish I had held her. I wish I had very told her how much I loved her and how much I would miss her family. I should have started the transfer of thought for both of us in that moment: he will find another girl and she will be great, full of life and love.

Affections and loyalties will transfer and before anyone knows it, and I will be the ex-girlfriend proper. The family will move on and I will become a memory associated with his past.