Let’s just start by saying, it’s not what you think.
It began at an airport, standing awkwardly close to a half dozen strangers, as we all pressed forward toward the door of the airplane.
“We’ve landing and are deboarding,” I texted my boyfriend, resisting the urge to follow it will a string of exclamation points. Just a few more minutes, now.
“Call you in 15?” He texted back.
I frowned at the screen. We have a lot of things in common, Daniel and I, but punctuality isn’t one of them.