Two months passed.
I logged into Facebook, and admittedly, I did a little digging around. I know we fought a little- we couldn’t be real life friends, so how could we be superficial Facebook friends?
I dug around more. New photos came up- your smile so large, your eyes beaming with a renewed happiness. I saw, too, something else that was new in those photos.
Two months passed, and already a new “friend”.
My heart panged, my head sore.
One and one-half year. Eighteen months. Seventy-eight weeks. Five hundred and forty seven days.
And it all meant nothing to you.