When I saw you with her, I told myself, “So what?” When I saw you holding her hand, I told myself, “I don’t care!” When I saw you playing with her hair, I said, “Whatever!” Who am I kidding? I’m still missing you doing all those things with me. B.C.

It’s not love’s going hurts my days
But that it went in little ways.
Edna St. Vincent Millay