October 8, 2016 8:16 PM

I know you’re with her, as you should be, because she’s yours and you’re hers. But as I sit here, the image on my screen counting down the seconds until it’s gone forever, perfectly describing us.

Funny, a little artsy — or at least trying, but mostly… fleeting.

I can’t help but have the thought: you’re with her, but, for even that single moment as you sent the picture, you thought of me.

I wrote myself a note — long ago — when I decided that having you was better than not having you at all that said: When it hurts, remember: the good times are worth it.

I’m sure it’s true, but these moments make me question it.

And, in this moment, I know it’s over.