We were driving down Cantrell Street on the edge of campus. Marie and I had been dating for about a year, but she was about to end it. I was still in love.
She reasoned with me, “You’ll be fine. It’s like that song: ‘If you can’t be with the one you love, love the one you’re with’.”
I looked over at her. “You ARE the one I’m with.”
Her eyes stayed on the road. “Not anymore,” she said.
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