[ WP ] One day , you discover that your SO left a note that could be read as either a love note or a suicide note on the counter before leaving the house .

He ran out of the house, her car was pulling away. His frantic heart pulsing with the energy of a thousand suns seemed to help push the car away further from his outstretched hands. They closed around it but it moved further down the street and like love itself could not be grasped. 
 
 Inside he picked up the phone and dialled her number, numb hands made mistakes and he deleted unwelcome characters. It rang. It rang. Answer machine. Again. Again. No. 
 
 What did it mean? Why did she write this? Scenarios moved through his mind like the world watched from a window of a car. Each one already passed before he could understand it truly and make a plan for its eventuality. Her image, diaphanous, he tried to recall as she had left, before he had read the note. Was she smiling? Sad? Desperate? He could n't pin her down. 
 
 The relationship had been troubled of late and he had neglected her, he saw it now as clearly as the sweat-damped and crumpled note in his hands. He had been complacent, OK I'll admit it he thought, but was it really this bad? 
 
 Reading it again, words screamed at him from the page: love, loneliness, fear, absence... love. Of course he did! How could she even ask that? So I will show her, I will change my ways and give her the love she deserves. Pictures of life and death flipped through his mind like a family album, one after the other, innumerable images of unity and despair. 
 
 But their album was almost empty, what had they ever done together that was worthy of the lives they had been given or the love they still, he hoped, shared? He had lived his life as if tomorrow would come baring gifts of meaning, delivered to his feet. His hands reached out, they had always done so; but he never tried to hold life in his arms, afraid his clumsy fingers would falter and let it drop. 
 
 There was a knock at the door. Has she taken her key? Oh no, who could it be?
