“How can you be so calm?” she asked as she watched him get dressed.
He sat down on the edge of the bed and pulled on his socks. Then, he looked up at her, resting his arms on his legs. “How would you like me to be?”
“Upset, sad, anything but this.”
“I’m sorry, Juliette but, my getting emotional isn’t going to help the situation. It will just make it worse.”
“I’m a complete mess right now. I can’t bear the thought that it’s over between us–that-that you’re getting married in less than two weeks.”
“I’m sorry. You might not think so but this isn’t easy for me either. We have a history which started when we were in high-school. Until I met Jemma, you were the only serious girlfriend I had.”
“Why are you marrying her instead of me?”
He sighed and got to his feet. He picked his sweater from off the floor and pulled it on. “We’ve been through this before.”
“Okay, so she cooks as well as your mother, she supports your goals and ambitions and she’s into fitness. I cook as well as your mother too and I have always supported you and I’m a fitness freak too. What does she have over me, Jerome?”
“Are you sure you want to know?”
“Jemma makes me genuinely happy—and that’s obvious to other people. She’s perfect wife/mother material. She shares a spiritual connection with me. She knows me better than I know myself and she’s the one I want to wake up next to every morning for the rest of our lives.”
Juliette was close to tears. “Do you love her?”
“How can say you love her and be here with me?”
“You’re right. I shouldn’t be here. I should leave now.”
Juliette began to cry.
He hated to see her cry and was sorely tempted to take her in his arms and hold her tightly but he resisted. Instead, he said quietly, “Goodbye, Juliette.”
“Jerome, please let’s never say goodbye. It sounds so final…”
He looked at her, his eyes filled with sadness before he turned and walked out of her bedroom and out of her life for the last time.