Day 78.

When he stood, kissed her forehead, turned and walked out, she still wasn't sure what was happening. She went to call him, but no sound came from her mouth. She went to stand, but her legs failed her. All she could do was watch him as he passed through the door. He didn't turn around once. Just like that, he disappeared. 

When the waiter came to clear the table, that's when she realized she'd been crying. He handed her a napkin and asked if there was anything she needed. There wasn't. She wiped her tears. She sat at that table for over an hour. She ordered 2 more pieces of cake and ate every bite of both. He had left her enough money for the bill and every other Monday dinner for a year. 

When the restaurant finally closed for the evening, she was at last able to stand. She made her way home and cried herself to sleep that night and every night for a year.