I practiced what it is I want to say to Mr. Man about us. The conclusion I came to was that we love differently. I don’t know that I would have discovered that until much later if I hadn’t moved. Then I wrote, “It’s too late.”
Talking to a mutual friend of ours last night, I heard about how he can’t imagine dating anyone else, how much he misses me, how other friends think he’s an idiot for not coming with me. Our friend said, “He’s just scared.” Okay. I understand that. Still.
It’s too late.

