After college graduation, we were living 2000 miles apart and I was losing interest. He thought he could rekindle our love. He took his first ever flight to visit me.
He got sick, and threw up in my lap at midnight. While I was cleaning it up, he pulled out a ring. I said no. He spent the next three days with a fever in my bed.
Our last night together, after sex, he said that I made his life perfect. I said I wanted to see other people. He was tied to the bed. He couldn’t even wipe the tears off his face.