The Countdown Of Our Love

"Ever since I was little, I could see the expiration date of love.

The moment two people became a couple, a countdown would appear between them.

When my aunt caught her husband in bed with another woman, the number above them dropped from thirty days to zero.

When my father died, the number above my mother changed from fifty-five years to an infinity symbol.

Every day, I watched those numbers shift and flicker above other people’s relationships.

Some were long. Some were short. Some lasted only a single night.

Gradually, I stopped believing in love.