"We were just two young people, fatuous young people, that liked to be with each other." But we couldn't. Because we just can't respect each other. How can he be like this if everyone knows themselves best? I swore to my friends I wouldn't fall in love for the next 10 months. As expected, I failed. But that was in London, and during the Summer, and a secret. When I had to go back to America, I ended it first. Afterwards, I had other relationships. I bought a house and a car. I got promoted. I don't even think of him now. But eight years later, I meet him at a fancy restaurant. "Oh hi. It's fine," I say. He was supposed to be the guy with no profile picture on my dating app. We're both adults now, we face each other, while trying to grow up.