No Place for An Ex You are standing on a beach somewhere in Central America, shirtless, your arm around her. Next photo. You are both waist deep in the crystalline water, smiling. Next photo. There is a diamond shining in the sunlight and it rests boldly on her left ring finger. I shut my Facebook app and recall last year when you told me you didn’t think you were the marrying type, didn’t think you were the commitment type. What you meant was you weren’t the committing-to-me type. I get it now. It took me three days to delete you. It took me three more days to get the February out of my
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