When is a relationship over, as in really over? At what point has everything been said, typed, shouted, whispered, screamed, discussed, analyzed, dissected, deconstructed, reconstructed? There is the final talk, the final email, final facebook message, photos deleted, photos not deleted, yet it hangs there, patiently awaiting to be activated in order to keep the frail thread of connection and communication going. It is muttered, uttered, stuttered, splattered in typos, often preceded by but, it’s the And.