I could give you ten reasons, right now, why it never would have worked. Simple things. Stupid things. Like how I loved the rain and he did not. His propensity for clean lines and my affection for a bit of muss.
Big things too. The sort of things larger than language allows for.
And I knew, I knew it wasn't right. On an intellectual level, on a gut level.
So I didn't think I'd be so sad.
But, the thing is, for just a moment, we were tethered, one to the other. And everything meant a bit more because of that. Because of the possibility of that.
But on the other side of that possibility is what is felt and what is not. And for that there are no reasons, just a very lonely road one must travel between the two.