Roads Not Taken: How I Knew It Was Over

We were on a drive in the southern part of New York State when I knew it was over. I’d mentioned that one of my colleagues had gotten a job in Canada, which led to you asking me what would happen if I were to get one. Would we have to get married, you wondered, so that you could move to Canada with me? It was a good question, even if the odds of me getting a job out of the country were minimal; I wouldn’t feel…