Our relationship was bookish; we spent weekend mornings reading in close proximity. But we broke up when we realized neither of us really wanted to read the books the other recommended, anymore.
Let the record show: I read more of yours than you did of mine. On my 30th birthday I was reading Philip Roth. A year and a half later, you still hadnโt picked up Carmen Maria Machado.
Thereโs you, thereโs the other person, and then thereโs the relationship, my therapist says. Our Venn diagram โ two bookshelves, two lives โ had no center, by the end.