I Watched Your Love Count Down

Summary

I have always had a quiet, terrible gift: I can see the exact countdown of when someone is going to leave my life.

Whenever I looked at the digital numbers floating above my wife’s head, I used to feel a profound, aching sense of relief. I believed I was one of the lucky ones—a man who had married the love of his life, safe in the knowledge that we had forever.

Until last month, when she drove over to pick me up from work.

I looked up as she pulled to the curb, and a stark, crimson font slashed through the evening gloom: [702 days, 14 hours, 22 minutes].

Less than two years.