He Chose Her, So I Chose Myself
My boyfriend, Emmett Carr, and I lived less than five miles apart in the same city. However, we never met more than twice a month.
Whenever I asked when he was free, he always said he was busy with a recent work project.
That continued until I accidentally discovered his travel records.
He had purchased flight tickets for 48 out of the 52 weekends of the past year. He was flying to the country where his childhood friend, Cherry Lewis. was studying abroad.
He would leave on Saturday morning and return late Sunday night, rain or shine. He flew there like clockwork, even more disciplined than when he was going to the office.
The most recent date we went on was yesterday, at a cafe below h