from the memoir

“Are you happy?” Will’s message reads.

I look over at Mike, so cute in his Wilco T-shirt and jeans, laughing at one of Barney’s jokes on How I Met Your Mother. Belle, our English springer spaniel, is curled up next to me. I should be grading papers, but Facebook is like the birthday cake brought to the office; it’s so hard to resist.

And now Will’s on it. Will — the love of my life who I haven’t seen in four years.

The cursor blinks at me, taunts me, begs me to write back.

I shouldn’t write back. I finally have everything I’ve always wanted: an MFA degree, a job and house in Chicago, a husband who loves me — even an adorable dog who never leaves my side.

Why wouldn’t I be happy?