A few weeks into dating him, when it wasn’t even clear that we were doing more than falling into bed and blogging the pillow talk the morning after, he texted me to ask, “We’re not secret right?”

“Secret?” I wrote back. “Aren’t we on Flickr?”

That’s the moment when it got, as the uselessly succinct Facebook menu options put it, both “serious” and “complicated.”

Our relationship wasn’t founded simply on this trendy sort of self-disclosure: we were just reporting on our sex lives before anyone else did.  It shouldn’t have shocked me, let alone the audience we gained along the way, that it’d all have to end online, too.  So how do you deal with a breakup like that, without breaking up with the Internet?