I met Robert in 1989, and it really was love at first bite. I was smitten. We were together and we were happy for a long, long time. But in 2001-ish I just got bored with him. So I left him. Just took myself off someplace else, where he wasn't. He had no idea where I was, or how to find me. I'm good at clean breaks.
I bumped into him, quite by chance, two days ago. He's changed. He's still irresistably recognisable these ten years later, but he's different somehow. I'd forgotten those eyes. And suddenly I'm swimming across that deep green sea again, wondering if I'll ever really know him, and wondering how on earth I thought I knew him so well that I could afford myself the luxury of being bored by him, this beautifully complex creature.
