He was single. The magazine headline “Divorced Again” above a grainy paparazzi photograph of him walking with a dog. There was plenty of grey in his beard, but he was still beautiful. I remembered he was very charismatic and perceptive, determined to live a life dedicated to his art. We’d been a couple almost three decades ago, before he was a famous actor, and it had ended badly. I was never exactly sure why he chose to leave. I suspected he thought he couldn’t achieve his dreams if we were together –he wanted to live in London or New York, and though I loved to travel, I was happy to remain at home, closer to family. I think he believed I might hold him back, my
