“You’re joking?”
“I’m really not.”
And he wasn’t. For four years, we shared passwords, calendars, bank alerts, and group chats. If a woman from his office texted him past nine, he showed me before I could ask. If I had a weird dream about my ex, I told him at breakfast.
“I don’t do secrets.”
Ian is the most grounded, fiercely loyal, and transparent person I have ever known.