Lately I've been looking through our old photos. We were so happy. We really had something special; you can see the love in the way we were together, the way we looked at each other. Seeing those memories makes me happy and sad at the same time. There's not much time together left. That truth hangs heavy over me more and more with each passing day.

What will things be like, when you live with her? Will I even be able to stand seeing you two together? I'll come into the apartment, look in the doorway of my room, but it's not my room anymore; it's hers. All traces of my presence in this apartment will be erased. It'll be like I never lived here.

And I can close the chapter, so bitterly, on the life we led together.