Too Late, You Let Her Go

Fresh out of grad school, I spent three months begging my boyfriend, a professional career planner, to help me map out my job search.

But it was always the same. He was too busy, or my major was worthless with no real prospects.

We stopped speaking for a whole month, until he finally caved.

He agreed to help me move my things out of the dorm and back to our place.

I packed everything and waited, on my feet until they ached and the sky went dark.

All I got was one message from Paul Walker:

"Traffic's bad. Our place isn't far from your school anyway. Just move it slowly, on your own."