How could I not have seen it coming? I’d noticed the lengthening silences between conversations and the increasing number of sudden cancellations. When I went out without him, I’d run into mutual acquaintances who would clutch my sleeve and ask if I knew. I’d change the subject, because I knew that they’d run off and clutch his sleeve if I told them the truth.
When he finally informed me that it was time for us to start seeing other people, I don’t think he was braced for the answer I gave him: “Start? I didn’t stop, really. When did you?”