We used to be secondary school side-eyes, coy-crushing corridor conversations and first-time fire escape fumbling. Twenty years later from halfway across the world he looked me up and made me feel like I was the missing piece he’d been searching for. I fell hard into feeling 15 again. We had six magical weeks before he jumped on a plane to tidy up his former life. He was going to move in with me. Now he says he feels numb. That he can’t cope. That he’s shutting down. And the only thing I’ve asked myself is what did I do?
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