The Unrequited Love
He said: I need to talk to you about something important. I said: I need to say something to you, too. He told me to go first. I broke his heart.
Perhaps, in the patriarchal world we live in, it creates a sense of balance if occasionally the female takes charge: holds the reins, and gallops off when it suits her. That’s what I did with The Unrequited Love.
He was a fervent rebound. The kindness and soft landing that I needed after my wild ride with The First Love. But the problem with kindness, when there’s no edge or guesswork, is that it quickly gets boring.
It wasn’t boring to start, though. Quite the opposite.
