It was a good night. A bunch of friends came over to spend time with me and play Cards Against Humanity – a favourite of Yours Truly. Over the course of the night, as I was posting an occasional picture to Instagram, the number of my followers has gone down. It was clear right away but I looked anyway. Following each other on Instagram was our last, however tenuous, link to each other. This is it. I expected it to happen sooner or later but now that it did I cannot stop thinking about it. Why? Why now? Although I am fairly active, there was very rarely anything from her in my feed. We were not commenting nor “liking” each other’s photos. Why? I know the answer but it hurts too much to even consider it. This was our last link – my last lifeline. I am now adrift and powerless. And I still love Her.
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