The best thing about him was he wasn't going to hurt me. After that last slice to the heart, I needed to know there wouldn't be an exit wound.
"Boyfriend" was more than I could muster. Technically, he served as that geriatric euphemism, "companion": n. a person with whom one spends time, or who shares the experiences of another, especially when unpleasant or unwelcome. A plague-mate.
He lived an hour south, so with my place close to his office, we usually hung out around the workweek. He'd text, "Hey beautiful!" to make plans, then arrive Thursday or Sunday with his gym bag. He greeted me with his sea breeze voice like I was a pleasant surprise.
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