We stood there for a minute, looking at each other. “You came here to break up with me, didn’t you,” I said, finally. “Yeah,” said Enzo. “Yeah, I did. Sorry.” “Don’t be,” I said. “I haven’t been a very good girlfriend.” “Yes you have,” Enzo said. “When you’ve had the time.” Another shaky laugh from me. “Well, that’s the problem, isn’t it,” I said. “Yes,” Enzo said, and I know he was sorry he felt he had to say it. And just like that my first relationship was over, and I went to bed, and I didn’t sleep.
