After That August: A Photographic Memoir
This is the story of what came after the end, after the “happily ever after” was over.
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I was “separated-but-still-married” when we first met.
And though it’d been a year since the break, I was still struggling to understand.
How can you lose something that you’re supposed to have forever?
I didn’t expect it.
I liked him pretty much right away.
He reminded me of Don Johnson from Miami Vice in the eighties. His smiles were warm and he could talk easily with anyone. He knew things that were new to me. He listened.
And I thought it was quite bold of him to come right out and say: “I’d really like to see you again.”
Except I’d already decided. It could never work.
