To the person who moved out on a Tuesday:
You left the blue mug. I used it for a year, then put it back in the cabinet with the others, and now it's just a mug again. That took longer than you'd think.
What I never said: I wasn't mad that you left. I was mad that you left without a scene. No fight, no speech, no last walk. Keys on the table, take care, done. I had a whole paragraph ready. I rehearsed it for a week. It was a good paragraph.
Anyway. The mug's fine. I'm mostly fine. I hope the new place has good light.