I tried to read this last night during sugar shenanigans and just knew it’d be the first thing I read this morning, because Christ, Jack. What the hell with the calm deliberate smearing of my entire heart across the weeping in betweens of your phrases.

My first fall, as I read, was for your specific writing of this man in that relationship. The nuance and texture of a casual, fleeting moment was such art with its time stopping games and nonchalant tragedy.

Then I fell for the inherent toxicity in the breaking of this man, now no longer just this man.

Dammit, Jack. Thank you so much for this. I love it.