I didn't cry when he tied me down for the last time, when my ass turned crimson from his blows for the last time.
I didn't shed a tear when we woke up next to each other, the morning light making our skin glow as we held each other, for the last time.
I was all smiles when I watched him walk down the aisle in his black robes to receive his diploma, ending his career at our college.
I laughed and chatted as we drank hot chocolate and apple cider together for the last time.
And as our hands parted for the last time, I kept a strong face.
But that night, after a long ride home, when I was alone in my bed - so big and empty - with no one to hold on to, no one to kiss good night...
That was when I cried.