Like a lunatic, I began to think maybe it was time for me to make a move. Maybe he was as unhappy as I was. I could ask him to come back to me. I fantasized about going to his house, imagining he would cry and kiss me and we would never part again. I got over that foolishness. He doesn't want to be with me, the end.
I sent an email. It was short:Hi there. Are you amenable to a chat?
He replied: I don't know if that's a great idea. I hope you are doing well but I don't know what we would have to talk about. I'm sorry, I know this sounds harsh.
It was a punch in the gut. I got livid.