As I looked around his shop I noticed the Moto Guzzi was missing and I asked him about it. “I sold it,” he replied. “When,” I asked, “before Christmas,” was his reply. This was fine, he acquired it for me, but our understanding that he could sell it, as I wasn’t interested in owning it. It was odd and telling, that he never mentioned putting it up for sale or selling it.
“Our relationship is over, isn’t it,” I asked. It was a subject that needed to be broached and one I had chosen to avoid. “Yes,” was his reply. Discussion was unnecessary, this was something we both wanted. I considered whether any of my belongings were at the shop, there weren’t and I told him that I’d send his things that were at my apartment. On the way back to the city I arranged for the locks to be changed.
This week I’ve been mourning the loss of the relationship and the what might have been, rather than Andre. He’s a nice guy and that makes it hard, he’s the kind of person that one could plan a life with. But we couldn’t.
Kim



