The day I discovered I no longer loved him was quite ordinary.
We were having a meal together. He knew I didn't like onions, yet he reflexively added a lot of them.
Looking at the green onions floating on the soup noodles, I wondered, who would enjoy them this time?
With that thought, I raised my head to look at him.
But he was oblivious, engrossed in his phone, a gentle smile playing on his lips.
So, I set down my chopsticks and mentioned breaking up.
He simply nodded, "Okay."
Deep down, I knew he hadn't heard a word I said.
