We met on Hinge, at the end of lockdown. Eager to see the world again, we went to bars, coffee shops, and parks, sharing laughs, exposing dreams, and baring our souls.
Before we had sex, I got cold feet. I questioned the severity of your depression and was afraid you wouldn’t be able to be present for me. You confirmed my suspicions and we broke it off.
You convinced me to also break my rule of not befriending exes. Luckily, I listened, since your encouragement and support led me to meet my husband. Sometimes, you are better off as friends.