---- my mouth. But he pulled himself together and said, ''Whenever works for you. I'll do whatever you need." Even so, his eyes stayed fixed on me. "Is there... any way we could still work things out? Even if we ... go through with the divorce?" I let out a quiet sigh. ''No, Conrad. It's over. We were just wrong for each other from the start. And I'm not going to keep pretending otherwise." Conrad's eyes grew red, his struggle not to cry in front of me becoming more obvious with every passing second. Tears for love were proof of devotion. Tears for parting? Just futility. By the time we stepped out of the courthouse, his face was still pale. The way he looked at me was still full of that same old longing. We'd been together for seven years. Who wouldn't be shattered? Nonetheless, it would be okay. Time would take ---- care of the rest. It might feel impossible to let go, but that was just our emotions clouding our hearts. How could Conrad and I ever be happy together? We weren't right for each other. We wouldn't compromise, and we didn't even love each other. No, it would never work. So I let him go, and freed myself too. There was no sense in making each other miserable for the rest of our lives. We'd go our separate ways from now on.