"Ron..." Cal said at length, "Melissa and me are just as sorry as we can be that you and Sherrie are breaking up, but we didn't know what to do, you k...now?" I looked at him questioningly. I could see comprehension spreading across his face."You don't know," he said. I shook my head. He got two more beers from the ice chest beside him and handed one to me."We didn't know whether to tell you when we got back from Vegas or not," he remarked sadly. "We figured Sherrie would tell you what. He remembered buying that for her, a present for her twenty fifth birthday. She'd loved it, and wore it a lot. In the photo she seemed to be saying goodbye, ready to walk off into the distance. It seemed so appropriate now.Stan saw it, and flashed back to that day, and Caron's happy face, her broad smile, and the love that they'd made when Caron told him that she wanted to show her appreciation. Oh, what a night that had been!But now she had forever gone from him, and he took one look and burst. I wondered briefly what had stopped her from writing.There were, of course, a handful of troll attacks from the usual suspects too but among them was a second, vitriolic message from a new source. As before, the style of message was much more personal than the simple, obnoxious abuse most troll messages contain and for a moment it puzzled and upset me.But I was getting much better at ignoring these horrible things and concentrating on the nicer parts of my online life; the only secret I still. I’d fancied Liam all through school. I was dead upset after we left school coz he got a job and moved 20 miles away to another town and we didn’t see each other no more. And I lay awake all night crying, thinking about him. We’d never ever done nothing together, never had sex and now we never would. We hadn’t even kissed. I wish we would have kissed just the once so I could have the happy memory.For two whole years I thought about him, never spent a day without thinking about him. Went to bed.