This is a true story about me and my ex boyfriend. We dated for nearly 4 ½ years before moving from the west coast to NYC together. We loved the city, loved each other, and loved taking pictures of both. One day, we took a ride on the East River Ferry and snapped awesome black and white film photographs of Manhattan with our Pentax manual cameras.
As we walked back to our apartment I said, "I’d hate to be the girl who dates you after me. How could she compete with the person you lived in NYC with?" Then I added, "It’s okay though, because your ex will be me! I mean, we won’t be breaking up." I freaking kid you not, we broke up the very next day.
It was traumatizing and dramatic and life changing. It was painful and it was incredibly awkward. For many reasons that I can’t get into, we had to give up on our respective NYC dreams and move back home to Oregon. As I unpacked my bags I found two rolls of undeveloped film and remembered that my ex had three rolls as well
So, we’ve got all of these crazy romantic and memorable photographs of each other and of NYC, but I don’t know what to do with them! We also paid for a print that his photographer friend took of us. When we decided to split, I paid for the print and promised not to hide it in a closet.
But then he slept with someone before we had the, “I am for sure going to move on (sexually) and don’t want you to feel bad about moving on too”
talk, and I feel like I was cheated on. So now I see this beautiful photograph of the two of us taken just days before our break up and I am wondering, What in the hell do I do with these photos now?
And regarding the picture at the top of this post, should I delete all the pictures of us on Facebook?