He got in the car and left. He’d come back; she knew he always came back, and she knew it was for the best… she thought she knew that, anyway. But it always felt like it would be the last time she saw him. “I love you,” he’d said. “I love you.” “He loves me,” she thought. “He’s got to.” She let the words echo in her head for days, weeks, in case a day came when they didn't anymore.