Where does love go? How do you know when it’s gone? Since we’ve just been through the ritual of Valentine’s Day, it seems an appropriate time to ask that question. I, of course, have a theory. Of course I do.

I think all you have to do is look at how that person sees you. How can you tell that? Well, dig out those old photos. Here’s my theory: you can tell how a person feels about by how they photograph you. Trust me in this one. I’m a professional and I have a lifetime of experience.

Now, the picture here should have given the woman pause. She was on her honeymoon and her new husband took the photo. Now what was his focus? Yeah, it was that huge pipe; she’s a secondary player at best. It does not bode well. Of course, I have the advantage here. I know that less than 10 years later these two would divorce with such acrimony that they would never speak again.

So, dig out those photos. If you’re a little blip in his/her viewfinder, if he/she always seems to get you at a bad angle; then you’re in trouble, my friend.

The picture was taken at Boulder Dam in 1937.

Please give what you can to Médecins sans Frontières (Doctors without Borders).

And, of course

*The party’s over
It’s time to call it a day
They’ve burst your pretty balloon
And taken the moon away
It’s time to wind up the masquerade
Just make your mind up the piper must be paid

The party’s over
The candles flicker and dim
You danced and dreamed through the night
It seemed to be right just being with him
Now you must wake up, all dreams must end
Take off your makeup, the party’s over
It’s all over, my friend

The party’s over
It’s time to call it a day
They’ve burst your pretty balloon and taken the moon away
Now you must wake up, all dreams must end
Take off your makeup, the party’s over
It’s all over, my friend

It’s all over, my friend