I fell for Jérôme in front of a breakfast plate, the morning after New Year’s Day. I admired how easy it was for him to reveal himself while eating a mountain of potatoes. I cherished that he knew how to gain my trust so quickly. It felt like I had been eating toast with him my whole life.
We dated for half a year, but if we had very different visions of romantic relationships. After six months, I had enough. I gave Jérôme an ultimatum: the other girls or me. He chose the others.