I should probably clear out my text folder.
When I get a text, even knowing it won't be him, I hope and dread that it is. Because he shouldn't. I don't want him to. But I miss that little thrill.
There are moments when I forget that this is happening. Sometimes, it's something that has happened.
He changed his internet status (Facebook, OK Cupid) right away. It seems healthy, which I like, and also it makes me look less eager when I change mine. He has a new profile pic. I look at it and want him all over again.