A Year On

This and that.

A year ago last Saturday, I looked at my then fiancé’s spare iPhone charging on the bedside table. Things had been strange between us and the phone sat there, holding all of the answers. Modern technology is an amusing thing—as I discovered that afternoon, he could be at his office, texting on his iPhone and I could be in our bed, reading his iMessages on his old device, in real time. What signalled the end of our relationship was a text message. At that moment, which would later come to be known as the end, what I read in a text to his best friend left no room for confusion as to the future of our engagement: