One of the first things to go was lunch time IM-ing. For the first three months, they’d aligned their lunchtimes in order to have online conversations that ranged from evening plans to assessments of their respective supervisors to which member of the New Kids was the most underappreciated. It was her idea, the conversations. He’d gone along and been surprised by how happy they made him.
After awhile, the messaging slowed down, becoming an every other day thing, if that. He was disappointed, but couldn’t bring himself to tell her. Instead, he made subtle hints at home that he’d like to do it more often. Maybe he’d been too subtle.
When she messaged him a week after their first dating anniversary and said she couldn’t do it anymore, he immediately shot back a “WHY???”
“I just can’t.”
“SOMETHING I DID?”
“More like something you’ll never do.”
“ARE WE DONE?”
No answer.
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