I FELL INTO HIS TRAP
He exhales, and I know, I just know, there's relief in that sigh.
I have to smile, thinking of something poetic.
"What?" he asks.
"Well, ironically, when I broke up with Oliver, I thought I should find someone more compatible. Someone more like me."
He has to laugh, too.
"Instead you got the exact opposite," he says.
"Right," I say.
Opposites have a kind of symmetry. Fire and ice. Stern and playful. Impulsive and restrained. In a way, they belong together.
I admit he is my first boyfriend but Oliver and I were more like two objects selected at random: a pen and an owl. A cookie and a shovel. That's why there was no emotion on my side, just indifference.
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