Telegram

Our conversation stops.

Your name no longer lights my screen up, and my heart no longer skips. And again as I relentlessly search for you, I find your name submerged below all the others, among strangers and aquaintances.

If only it were that simple, to archive you into my peripheral. To delete, as if you never existed.

“just promise me to be happy, ok?”

how?

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