He didn’t come:
I still remember the conversation I’d had with my best friend.
“What do you mean he didn’t come?” my best friend had asked me.
I shrugged. “Just what I said,” I’d replied. I didn’t know how else to put it.
My friend raised his eyebrow. “So he didn’t, ah, finish?” he asked again, clarifying the situation.
I nodded. “Nope, he said he just couldn’t get there.”
At the time I’d seen it as a personal failure of mine; now I believed there was something fundamentally wrong with him. I found out my friend agreed.
My friend shook his head in confusion. Before I could even open my mouth to say anything, he waved his hand.
“No normal man says that. No normal man has a problem doing that. If anything they have a problem with sooner rather than later. Notice I used the word, ‘normal;’ they isn’t anything, ‘normal,’ about this guy.”
I wished I’d finally accepted that sooner.