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I found his glow-necklace from the night before as I was cleaning up. I slid down by the door, guided by the wall, and I had to take a few minutes to… to just breathe. I put our alcohol stained cups from the night before into the sink, and stared into the wall, gripping their handles tight to keep from crying. And when I saw his towel that he’d neglected to pack in the bathroom, I went straight to the fridge and mixed myself a screwdriver. You cannot leave your memories out for me like that, like old pictures. He’d been here for about a week, taking the early bus back to Boston that morning to get back to life’s obligations. We couldn’t look at each other when we said goodbye. Too much.
And yet, there is the question of whether we’re both ready to try this again, if this was simply a convenient rekindling of our 2008 relationship, or if this is just what two people do when they need each other. And I don’t know. He said to me at the restaurant, on the first night of his visit, “Maybe we should never have broken up.”
And I don’t know.
And yet, there is the question of whether we’re both ready to try this again, if this was simply a convenient rekindling of our 2008 relationship, or if this is just what two people do when they need each other. And I don’t know. He said to me at the restaurant, on the first night of his visit, “Maybe we should never have broken up.”
And I don’t know.