The lost love

The screen of my phone glows in the dark. It is the only light in my room as i stare blankly at it. My right thumb hovering over his name. No profile picture, no blue ticks, no last seen and no response to the last messages i sent.  What I see now is just an empty space where he used to be. I keep telling myself that I would not do this again. That I would not try and reach out again, that I would not search for him, that I would not reread the last messages he sent to me before he blocked me from all social medias and shut me out completely.

But here I am, scrolling through my gallery looking at his pictures, breathing in memories that feels more alive at night and typing messages I know I would not send.

I should move on. I should rest my head and sleep. I should accept that I messed up and lost him. I should accept he does not want me anymore. I should accept that he is gone.

But my heart refuses to listen neither do I want to accept what has come to be.

I tried closing my eyes and before I knew it I am back there. Reminiscing about the time we first met and when everything was still untouched by my mistakes.

WHEN I MET YOU

AVA