Dear Social Media,
Please stop telling me to follow him.
He and I haven’t spoken in years.
I don’t want to see what he’s doing.
I don’t want to know if he’s changed.
I don’t want to know if he’s sorry.
I don’t want to know if he’s grown out his hair,
Or see his smile,
Or hear his laugh.

Because I don’t want to miss him.

It took me so long to get him out of my heart.
I’ve finally healed, so why do you want to rip my stitches out and let me bleed again?

Stop telling me his name.
If you’re worried I’ve forgotten it, believe me I can’t.
No matter how much I try,
His name will always be ingrained in my mind.
He left it there like a kid carving their name into the trunk of a tree,
Without asking if I wanted to wear his brand,
Without caring how much it hurt.

I can’t forget him.
Because when I hold someone else’s hand, it feels like it’s his, and it hurts so much.

Sincerely,
Someone Who Just Wants To Move On