Empty Table, Empty Heart

She was always on her phone at dinner. He noticed, but never said a word.

She laughed at texts that weren’t his. He smiled anyway — pretending not to care.

One night, she said, “I’m going out with friends.” He nodded.

“Have fun.” But he knew. That same night, he reserved a table for two…

and sat there alone. The waiter asked, “Will she be joining you?” He smiled sadly.

“She already left me. Just not officially.” A week later, she came home to

an empty apartment — and a note: “Table’s still waiting. But not for you anymore.”