“Look,” I said. “I want you to know I’m not waiting around for you to change your mind. What you’re saying, right now, is never—you and I are never going to happen. And never is a promise.” This was a Fiona Apple song I had loved in high school. I intended it as a negotiating tactic—fishing for a shrug, a foot wedged in a closing door, a never say never. What I got instead was a look of recognition, and a slow, serious nod.
Ouchhhh
