For the entirety of our summer fling, we knew it would be ending. You had a job waiting for you on the opposite coast.Â
Once you moved, I visited you there, once, on a whim. We went on cute dates with your Seattle tech salary, took pictures of each other at the gum wall, made out on the Ferris wheel.Â
You said you’d never been in love.Â
By the time you visited our formerly shared city again, I wasn’t single anymore, and you’d hooked up with the coworker I was right to be jealous of. There were no hard feelings, though.Â
You’re in love now. I’m really happy for you.