This is so stupid but before it was over he shared all the pictures with me from his phone of our trip. Over 700 of them. And I’m looking through them and I just see pictures, dozens of pictures, that I had no idea were being taken of me. Me on a bike. Me looking at a painting. Me walking, me looking, me laughing, me dipping my feet into water. And if I knew it was being taken, then there isn’t just one…there is me pre-picture, me post- picture, me begging not to be in a picture. And it validates everything I felt in some stupid way, I feel like I’m finally being let into a secret and the secret is that someone loved me enough to want evidence of me in mundane and trivial moments. It is over (we are over). And I’m looking now at how hard I was laughing then, unknowing that I was being recorded, and I know that it was real. And then it was gone.