It was our umpteenth break over an 11-year period. I started sleeping with men I’d never previously considered and spoiling myself the way I always wanted you to.
It hadn’t occurred to me that we wouldn’t reconcile again. The frequent phone communication felt just as empty as waking up next to you each morning.
The day you came to pick up mail and I rushed you out to prepare dinner for another man, I was relieved to see you leave. And I didn’t wonder when we’d talk again.
I heard from my friends that you proposed to your new partner after a pandemic year. I hope she could convince you to get a haircut.