It was a relationship of convenience and of circumstance. We were both single – I was desperate to be wanted, your motives were a little more ambiguous. But you were my first everything, and as you left, you took a part of me with you, a part of me I may never reclaim.
There was nothing in common between us – our dreams, our values, our personal expectations – yet we made it work for nine months. Nine months of the most important year of our lives so far were devoted to sustaining something that we never had. Thank goodness it didn’t matter in the end – or else I may have never forgiven you.