Back in 2022, I got into a very long-distance relationship between Paris (the French one) and Boston (the American one).
For about 18 months, we staggered along despite the thousands of miles between us.
From the start, he seemed convinced that I needed to move to America if I wanted us to have a future. Despite my doubts, I began to consider relocating. I’d fallen for Boston, I live for adventure, and if I hated it, I could just… leave?
By this point, the cracks were seriously showing, but we agreed I’d come to America for the summer, as a sort of trial run.
We never got that far.
Although we’d both questioned the future of our relationship, I…
