I said it, and I meant it. Still, I wish I could have taken it back––made it up to her––made her understand. I watched helplessly as she lobbed makeup, brushes, and toiletries into a case at record speed. “You don’t have to do this,” I implored, trembling. I reached for her waist, but she anticipated the move and staggered to the side, almost tripping. “Get out of my way,” she snapped, shoving past me. “I have nothing left to say to you.” I wanted to yell, bang my fist through the wall, and force her to listen while I pled my case. Instead, I slunk onto the unmade bed, cupping…