"That there's something wrong with me. That I'll never..." I couldn't finish.

"Hey, stop. Now, keep your eyes closed. You see him?"

"Yes."

"Now, just blow him out like a candle. Poof. He's gone forever. How do you feel?"

How did I feel? I dreaded every time my phone rang, or chimed with a text. What if that were gone? "Still scared. But relieved. Peaceful."

"So, what does that tell you?"

"I know. I've never broken up with anyone, though. It feels like failing."

"See, that's the thing about love. You only have to get it right once."

I grinned wickedly across the divide. "So does that mean you're going...