 After the the boxes were unpacked, the dishes were carefully put in cabinets and the first carton of milk had been placed in the door of the fridge, he left. We dragged it out, man. We really did. Well, irony and life did. A missed flight led to another cancelled flight and then a defeated return up two flights of stairs to my brand new apartment. A defeated return that was actually the shell casing for a hidden sense of relief.
I wasn't alone quite yet. I had a little bit more time. A little bit more of "us", and I didn't have to rush right into that singular "me" situation that had been hanging over my head.
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