Keep the Seat, I'm Leaving

Seven years. I gave him seven years, a full ride to Cornell, and the year I sat with him through depression. So when he saved the seat next to him on our vacation flight for his intern instead of me, I didn't fight. I didn't cry. I canceled my ticket, changed my destination, and boarded a plane to New York. He recorded our breakup as a joke. He thought I'd come crawling back. He had no idea a billionaire on the cover of Forbes was already waiting for me.