All I can think about is HER. My head is not filled with fear of contracting a deadly virus, the death count or whether this is a fated historical moment that a pandemic changes the landscape of our world forever. It's instead reeling like film frames back and forth trying to piece together how 4 years of 'ride or die' love translates to 4 days broken-up and now 4 months of proclaimed 'new found love'. HE will remind me, if not harshly, that I DID THIS. I left him. Had it not