Listening to the Rain as We Part
Language: en
It was our second anniversary. I saw the note on my boss Alexander’s phone, and my world tilted on its axis. It was a checklist, a brutal list of requirements for his perfect girlfriend: Under 28. Fluent in five languages. Stanford graduate. C-cup… There were twenty-five items in total. Not a single one of them described me. In that moment, our secret, two-year affair finally made a twisted kind of sense. I tried to console myself, telling myself no one could possibly meet every single one of his ridiculously demanding criteria. Then came the new hire interviews. I sat beside him as he…