She ended it at her apartment on 9/11, not 2001. The next day she called to ask if we could go to the farmer's market together.
"No? That feels like a date?" “What CAN we do? What are the rules?”
We argued for weeks about who broke up with whom. She maintained she was just trying to talk.
Sometimes I don’t remember what our relationship consisted of beyond television and food. I’ve realized she’s impulsive. It was never going to work out, because of who we are as individuals. She needed to leave her comfort zone, I needed to grow up about love, sex, friendship and confidence.