When the Signal Died, so Did Our Love
In the eighth year after breaking up with Tyler Goff, we bump into each other at an international airport.
Tyler is in a hurry to fly overseas just to see his wife. I, on the other hand, need to go on an international business trip.
After a moment of silence, he gives me a polite nod.
"How's life after you're back in the country?"
I reply politely that everything is fine on my end.
When we're about to board our respective flights, Tyler suddenly turns to look at me.
"Rosemary, the truth is, back when you flew thousands of miles just to see me, I was…"
The blaring announcement in the airport drowns out what Tyler has to say to me.
I don't bother listening to him. Instead, I turn on my heel and walk away.
Back then, when I lost contact with my home country for eight hours, Tyler came clean about the life he had shared with another woman.
I'm so glad that the thousands of miles stretching between two different cities have given me a chance to see through Tyler's actual colors as well as the nature of this wretched relationship.