Look at Me Now

"I stand holding the Macy’s bag half full of the few last dear things I dare take with me. I avoid his big green eyes made twice as large by the thick glasses he’s worn since adolescence. I’d see too much in them, too much of myself, of us. I’d see twenty-three years and not all of them bad. I remind myself I’m not leaving because I don’t love him anymore but because I do, because love, what’s left of it, is my shackle. If I stay I can only be who he wants me to be, and even then only when ...