Sydney N. Sweeney

He was the best I’d ever had. But that wasn’t good enough

Echo Park Lake. Photo courtesy of Los Angeles Department of Parks and Recreation.

A rejected essay submission specially written for the L.A. Affairs column of the Los Angeles Times.

ur almost-relationship combusted on my 23rd birthday. He was too broke to take me to dinner — or even gift me a one-dollar greeting card. That night, I ate shitty pasta in my little San Pedro apartment and cried myself to slumber, wishing his inaction was unexpected…