He wasn’t good with mechanical things; in fact he was pretty useless really.
He could, however, tell you exactly how each machine or part worked.
But women didn’t want that; they didn’t know or care if you could do that. They wanted and usually needed a man who knew how to fix stuff.
What kind of man am I?! he thought to himself. She can fix things herself. Why does she even need me?
But he hadn’t thought to ask her any of those questions. He’d just assumed she didn’t want or need him and he’d left.
And she had assumed it was because he didn’t love her.
How wrong both of them had been.