Ten Years Too Late
Language: en
The year I landed the offer from the top firm in my industry—a job that would place me two thousand miles away—was the year Pierce and I were most fiercely in love. I wrestled with the decision for three days before choosing my career trajectory. Pierce understood. He comforted me, his voice a steady anchor on the phone. “It’s only two thousand miles, a three-hour flight. I’ll fly to see you every month. I’ll talk to my parents. You just go. I’ll wait for you.” By the sixth year of our long-distance relationship, our calls had grown infrequent, and a simple text might go unanswered for…