“I don’t love you anymore.”

I sat there, spacing out to the middle-distance. I felt my left eyelid twitch a few times…

As the sun finally sets, and dusk settles in, I write your name in the sand for the 157th time.
For the 157th time, the water rushes forward and laps…

“Isn’t it fun to fall in love?” he asks, not waiting for an answer and laughing at his own cleverness. A…