This Christmas, I spent the holiday weekend packing, cleaning, and moving, from my 1,600 square foot house into something one-quarter the size.
I started slow; tentatively. I dabbled. I felt the rush. And then a longer trip, a farther trip, a riskier trip, and I was hooked.
“M” was a man that checked every box. By all intents and purposes, “M” was perfect for me. So why weren't we a match?
Unrequited love belongs in fiction, not in my life. The person who wants back in... will actually try to get back in.