Kodak moment.

Today was a decent monday. I didn't work too much, and I had a nice conversation with Nemesis; we talked about us, about life, literature, life, sex, poker, cyber drinking, and much more.

For those of you who might not know, Nemesis has a daughter. She's great, from what I remember and what I hear. She's 3 years old now. We were talking about her and about how big she was already... fat, not big. So she started sending me pics of her: with some friends, at a birthday party, with her mom... and then she sent me a photo of her with the Viking.

They posed quite well. Her, with her "I-shall-eat-your-soul baby teeth"; him, with a pleasing grin.

That image has been flashing before my eyes for a while. They looked quite happy. And yes, I know: posing is an art, and that way, it can deceive and trick you into thinking that something that isn't there is real.

And yes, I also know that what I'm doing is right. Nothing bad should come from this; we're making our feelings clearer and, that way, more real and relevant to our lives. Still, I hate feeling that I might be breaking something. Is one's happiness reason enough to step over someone else's?

A part of me thinks that maybe I should just back up, give up. A part of me wants Nemesis to chose him, so I don't feel responsible for a lost chance. And I understand how absurd that last statement is. I know that part who thinks all those things is the attic where my fears and doubts live. But I don't hate that guy in the picture. I don't hate the Viking at all.