We lasted 18 months. Sex was always a problem. You loved my brain but not my body. That seemed about right to me. You started spending weekends with your conservative Christian dad while I stayed home and masturbated furiously.
Then one Saturday, your friends came to visit. After a lot of tequila, everyone came back to ours. It was lighthearted while the one other girl and I made out. When it started to become a “group thing” you ran away and hid, fetal, under your desk.
A few days of silence later, you told me it was over. What a relief.