When we bought the bag of rice from Costco, it was so big that you jokingly said that it would last our whole relationship...
funny thing...
because it did...

I grabbed it from the pantry last night, and there was only one cup left...  just one cup... I thought about saving it... trying to make myself believe that maybe if I saved it, it would mean that our relationship wasn't over yet...
I thought maybe that  if I saved it... we'd have one more chance... one more cup left...
But the reality is... that bag had been emptying out... I did not want to see it that way... we had even forgotten about it for a little while and it was just there... half full, half empty... But I should've known that it wasn't going to last forever... We would finish the bag someday... and with it... we'd finish everything else.

I looked at the bag as I took it down from the pantry... I wrapped my arms around it...held it close to my heart...
"It's time," I told myself... and with a few scoops I took the last cup left...
I watched as the rice sank down to the bottom of the *** already full of water... so heavy... drowning... each grain of rice... ready to be boiled, consumed... changed.... then forever gone.
I thought maybe I could just save the empty bag...
but I told myself... what for?... it was just full of empty promises, full of words that were never said, full of pain and sadness... full of broken pieces... I needed to let go..
So with one motion I grabbed the bag and threw it in the trash... closed the lid and took a deep breath.

No more rice.. no more bag... no more us.