My first and only high school boyfriend broke up with me over the (flip) phone while I waited for a slice at Joe’s Pizza on 17th and Sansom. He wanted to have sex with a college girl, I was 15 and still squirming about making out. We spent the next three years in an awkward friendship that prolonged my heartbreak into something dramatically overdone. Always held a grudge that he ruined Joe’s for me (the pizza wasn’t any good, but still).
He walked past me on the street the other day, 10 years past and our eyes glazed over each other until it was too late.