In the end, our four years together amounted to nothing more than eight bags of trash.

Before I left, I sent Kenneth one last message. [Thank you for the 'guidance' over the past five years. I wish you and Yara a lifetime of happiness.]

I deleted all of his contact information and blocked him on social media.

As I stepped into the taxi heading to the airport, I felt an unprecedented sense of relief.

‘Goodbye, Kenneth. Goodbye, my once naive love.’