In March 2020, we had been casually seeing each other for six months. Lockdown.
“Hey, do you want to be the only human I see for two weeks?” Sure.
Two weeks turned into 10 months. Relationship labels. Commitment. Meeting family and friends on Zoom. And one Friday night in January, he even dropped those three little words, “I love you.” Words he had never said to someone in his adult life. Surprise. Happiness.
A week later, over breakfast, he says, “I don’t want to be in a relationship. I’m going to walk out that door and you won’t see me again for months.” Surprise. Heartbreak. Fin.