officially off the roster
girl, you can stop stalking me now.
i am not secretly plotting my return, there is no reunion strategy sitting in a PowerPoint somewhere. any unfinished business you think exists between us is very much finished on my end.
please keep him. put him on the family Christmas card. buy matching pajamas. put his face on a mug. make him your lock screen. make it official across every social media. whatever helps you sleep at night.
i hope you two are so ridiculously happy that neither of you ever has enough free time to type my name into a search bar again.