The Wrong Gift
Last time I was worried about my present for Adele.
Turns out I didn’t need to worry.
She broke up with me.
It was the day before her birthday, and we went out to a nice place. A real nice place. I as dressed in a new suit and she had on a red dress. One that made me shiver. But I could tell that something was wrong.
“Are you OK?”
“I’m fine.”
I didn’t believe her.
“What’s wrong?”
“Nothing. Can we eat?”
Over the course of the dinner, it came out. Turning 30 made her feel old. Like she needed to make big decisions about her life, and I wasn’t one of them. I wasn’t somebody she could see spending all her time with, forever, so she needed to move on. We could still be friends.
Since then, I’ve been working a lot. It hit me hard, I admit it. Harder than I’d like to believe. Right now I’m busy staring at contracts and early drafts, my hands dotted with pen marks and my face saggy.
I returned Adele’s birthday present yesterday.
It was a ring.
August 31st, 2008 at 4:23 pm
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