I know who he is. Seen him with her from afar. The guy who replaced me, who swooped in and caught her when I let her go. My careless abandonment of the most precious thing I ever had. She doesn’t know how many times I stood outside her apartment and lost the courage to just go in and see her. How many times I caught sight of her coming out and left, afraid, ashamed. Unable to just tell her how much of a mistake I made. How I feel about her. Usually he is right along with her, shadowing ...