June 28, 2019:
They're divorced now, amid acrimony and regret.
Here they're newly together, giddy in the first flush of love, totally unaware of my breakdown, the loss I was experiencing, the fragmented broken-glass quality my perception imposed on reality.
It's a get-together for goodbye. I'm leaving for Exile. We think: These friendships will survive, although of course they don't. Distance, time, lack of attention, while we grow in different directions, splintering.
They're divorced now, I'm distant from them both, we don't stay in touch, our lives are entirely different than what we expected they'd be. Here at the moment of final goodbye.