I think I've told the story of how I knew Zina when she lived in Connecticut in the 80s. But, the super condensed story-
We lost contact for years, both got married, my wife passed away from cancer in 2005, Zina had moved to sunny Florida and had left an abusive husband and was renting a room from a friend when we reconnected in October, 2017. Shortly after we did I called the ex from the Love's truck stop in Franklin, Va. one Friday afternoon and asked her if she wanted to go to El Cazador, the Mexican restaurant in Altavista, when I got home. She said "no, I had a sammich earlier, and by the way I think I'll be moving on".
And I said "well, OK, see ya-bye". Really.
I know that she was expecting me to say please don't go, and beg her to stay, but that's what I said to her. She sent me a text message after Christmas saying it was "a new year, we should start new, and get back together". I told her I had no interest. Zina was flying into Roanoke on weekends when she could, and when they invented COVID and she had to work from home she moved up here and we've been together ever since.