The Silent Breakup of 40 Hours

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My boyfriend, Liam, was this super-genius, a real cold fish, and absolutely hated being touched.

We'd been together for years, but we'd never done anything remotely couple-y. No holding hands, no pecks, nada.

I just figured he was wired that way, and I'd resigned myself to a totally platonic relationship.

Then, on his birthday, I took a forty-hour Greyhound bus ride to see him.

And I saw him under a streetlight, smiling, lightly tugging on some girl's ponytail, and then, get this, holding