When it was over, the “breakup” didn’t feel resolved; it felt more real. We stayed tangled together for a long time, neither of us wanting to be the first to pull away and start the rest of our lives alone. The intimacy didn’t fix the reasons we were leaving, but it served as a final, silent “thank you” for the time we had spent together.When we finally reached for each other, it wasn’t with the usual excitement of a Friday night; it felt like we were trying to memorize the sensation of skin against skin before the memory started to fade.