“ Flowers from my British publisher arrived later that morning; my guide was printed the day before in the UK.
I sat alone at the dining table, flowers and rosé
gummy bears and congratulations card and silent condominium in front of me.
I wrote an entire e-book exploring them. My guide was printed.
He joked that if I wrote about him, it could be the top.
When he was a teenager, my boyfriend revered Nora Ephron so much that he struck up a correspondence along with her, sent her his writing, and stayed in contact
until her death, upon which he wrote an op-ed about how
much she meant to him. Didn’t he love Nora Ephron? I wandered Central Park whereas listening to Nora narrate I Remember Nothing.
The more I share about our relationship and breakup, the more vindicated he will really feel in his fears.
I can’t show I wouldn’t have written about the relationship had it not
ended in this manner, just like I can’t show I wouldn’t write about a baby I don’t have. ”