Even the Moon Once Fell

The day he was arranged to get engaged, he said to me, "I'm bored of sleeping with you. Time for a change." I smiled, nodded, stuffed dozens of gold bars I'd saved over four years into my old backpack, and flew off to Stanford. When we met again, he was the investor acquiring my company. He slipped a hotel key card into my hand: "One more round?" I pushed it back. "Sorry, men over twenty are no longer on my radar." — Later, he asked me with reddened eyes if I had ever loved him. I said yes. But