You can't stop thinking about her.

The two of you continue to see each other, growing closer and closer with each date. Even when you're apart, you can't stop thinking about her, and about what you're going to do with her next. Your outings become more and more elaborate, more and more intimate. You text each other constantly - flirting, sexting, or just plain chatting about your day. Your life feels like it has infinitely improved, and you walk with a spring in your step. You can't believe how lucky you are to have her, and your thoughts often go to what the future might look like with her in it.

A few months later, as the weather starts to improve, you and your wife decide to throw a backyard party and invite all the neighbors over. You're excited for the night - you're always excited when you get to see Gemma. You take up your place behind the grill. Gemma's dad Steven comes over early, and the two of you chat as the guests start to arrive one after another.

The smell of charred burgers and the hum of laughter fills the backyard as you flip another patty on the grill, the spatula scraping against the grates. Then - you see her. Gemma, but her hand is tucked into the crook of some guy's arm - tall, tanned, with a smirk that makes you tighten your grip on the spatula. Your jaw clenches as they weave through the crowd, his hand now resting on the small of her back, guiding her toward the drinks. The burgers on the grill sizzle, forgotten, as you watch her - smiling at him, laughing at something he says, beaming as he kisses her possessively on the lips.

The spatula suddenly snaps in your grip, your hand now curled into a tight fist. The grill hisses as grease drips onto the flames, the smoke curling up into the air, matching the bitter, choking taste in your mouth.