I really thought you were the one when you courted me.
We lived in separate cities, but Detroit was always so familiar to me. New York City still isn’t. When you reached out for the first time, we got lost in talking about artificial intelligence and exes. On day three, you booked me a flight. I get love bombed often, but this time felt different. I was ready to explode for you. That’s how badly I wanted to be loved.
None of that mattered two months later when everything just got a bit too real for you.
I’m a writer. Never try to break up with a writer via text. We know words better than you.