I needed a clean break because of how sloppy things were. You had to compete for my time and attention, I had to navigate drunken sex. We wanted something fun, temporary, easy. We ended up calling it quits before DTR.
You stuck around. It wasn’t hard to go back to being friends, and I never thought “what if.” We didn’t hurt each other, and that really meant something to me. I enjoyed my brief, special access to your songs and smile.
Unknowingly performing intimacy with you was strange, but safe. I wonder how and if you remember all of it.