"Rebecca," I said softly as she began to sob in front of me. I've only seen her cry twice and that was at funerals. "You didn't do anything wrong," I said and I felt like s**t. She didn't do a thing wrong. She didn't deserve to be cheated on. I was a complete asshole for doing that to her. "Becca...I'm truly sorry I-"
"- When did you stop loving me?" She looked up and her makeup was smudged and her eyes were glossy from her tears. I was taken aback by her question. I wasn't sure when I stopped loving her. I have memories of when I traveled to the states for a work related thing and I remembered not being excited when she FaceTimed me. I should've been more excited,right? I'd been away for about a week and we'd barely spoken ... why wasn't I that excited?
I can't remember what we spoke ab
