COVID LOVE STORY MEANS NEVER SAYING YOU’RE SORRY?

The covid love story is different than the Love Story movie. In this one, no one dies, but there’s still a break-up.

Fans of love stories are also fans of breakup stories. Who doesn’t need a story that brings two different people together because of their endless love for one another?

There’s got to be breakup history to make it believable. But how believable? You’ve probably had similar experiences.

A high school breakup is pretty basic. When you get to school one morning and see your girlfriend pawing some another guy, the message is clear. If you didn’t know before, she’s moved on. What’s next?

Find a moment without the new boyfriend present and ask, “What happened? What did I do?” Cry a little, beg a little, then watch as she walks into the arms of the new guy.

Or, march up and challenge the new guy to fight for the right to even stand next to her.

The best move? Wish them well and back slowly away.

College Love Story Breakup?

Two varieties here, non-residential and residential.

Non-residential:

Her: I’m going to date the guy down the hall, but I don’t know if I can get him. So we can see each other until I reel him in. Okay?

Him: The guy down the hall in my own dorm? He’s in his room right now. Go ahead and give him a knock.

Later, when they are a bonafide couple, invite them to your room to show no hard feelings. It’s a hard exercise, but worth the trouble to show you’ve taken it well.

Residential Break-up:

Her: Your mom visited today.

Him: My mom? What did she want?

Her: She knocked on the door. When I answered she said, You must be the ‘live-in.’ Why haven’t you told her about us?

Him: What do you want me to tell her?

Her: If you don’t know, we can’t live together anymore.

Him: Okay.

Covid Love Story Breakup

How often does this version of modern romance happen?

Your girlfriend, one of the most stable and secure people you’ve met in a long list of date life, gets sick with coronavirus and ends up in the hospital.

As a decent and caring person you pick up the slack until you get sick and slowly recover. But you get better faster than she does.

Before they leave the sick bay, you do things that show you care about them. Tidy their place up, buy some groceries, flowers, but still maintain mask and distance.

Because you don’t know their release date and time, you make another care mission to their place and see a new car parked out front. You open the front door with a key, because you’ve been a tight couple with key exchange.

Once inside you’re surprised to find another man sitting on the couch in a bathrobe. It was part of a matching set you gave her on her birthday last year. You hear sounds from the bathroom and figure it’s the lady of the house.

Boyfriend: Who are you?

Couch Man: I’m Natalie’s boyfriend. Who are you?

Boyfriend: I’m just a delivery guy.

Man: A delivery guy with a key?

Boyfriend: Yes, and I’m making a delivery.

Man: I don’t see a package. Natalie, there’s a delivery guy here.

She comes out of the bathroom in a robe matching the guy on the couch and sees both men.

Natalie: Oh!

Boyfriend: I won’t keep you two. I’m dropping off a house key and leaving. All done.

Natalie: We need to talk.

Man: Why did he have a house key?

Boyfriend: I just spoke what are the last words we’ll share. Ever.

Man: Are you really a delivery driver?

Boyfriend: Yes, I am. I’ve got one more message to deliver, and it’s for you. Good luck.

Man: I don’t understand.

Does a covid love story mean never having to say you’re sorry? If you don’t know, a sincere apology is never a bad move.

The real question is who apologizes first?