why we broke up
by daniel handler, with art by maira kalman
a first love and the detritus of a relationship.
min frames the story of why she and ed broke up with the casting off of objects: a rubber band, a toy truck, a torn poster.
the remnants of how it began, the reminders of why it had to end.
"Could I call you--"
I thought you were going to ask if you could call me Minnie. But you just wanted to know if you could call me. Who were you to do that, who was I saying yes? I would have said yes, Ed, would have let you call me the thing I hated to be called except by the one who loves be best of anyone. Instead I said yes, sure, you could call me about maybe a movie next weekend, and Ed, the thing with your heart's desire is that your heart doesn't even know what it desires until it turns up. Like a tie at a tag sale, some perfect thing in a crate of nothing, you were just there, uninvited, and now suddenly the party was over and you were all I wanted, the best gift.
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