We did not break up. By the time he called, at 9:30 last night, my misery no longer outweighed the good that is his voice at night, even through the weeks that pass without him near. But it seemed wrong to just let it fall away, as if nothing happened.
So, we talked, about my fears and disappointment, about how this is bigger than what just happened, this is what has been happening all along. Or rather, I talked, because there isn't anything for him to say besides I'm sorry this hurts you.
I talked, and sometimes he would repeat me, to make sure he understood, and he would explain what he was doing and why, because it was important to get it right.