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Today I learned that even while blocked, you can see my posts if you choose to.
I don’t think you’re looking. I don’t think you ever will.
But just in case, these posts are all to you. Things I wish I could tell you.
If I stop posting here…I’ve finally moved on.
Daisy Foster retweeted
don’t tell me “there’s other fish in the sea” those fishes don’t do what my fish does, they don’t even look like my fish. my fish swims a little different, kinda sideways, a little autistic. i like that fish. i want that fish
That sushi date we talked about on day 1 is taking reservations again. You probably already know that as you signed up to be notified of availability on day 2, even though they told you it’d be a couple months of a wait.
Day 2 and you were planning on our future.
I’m not dreaming of you near as much as I used to, or if I am, I’m not noticing or remembering.
I don’t like it. I miss dreaming of you.
Final activity for the weekend: church. I’ve only been back a couple times since we broke up. Memories of you there, just like everywhere. The first 2 times, people asked where you were, so that was harder than I anticipated. Price of you making friends everywhere I guess.
I realized something this morning, though. The reason why I don’t have the energy to go anywhere or talk to anyone all weekend is because I’m emotionally exhausted from pretending I’m okay all week.
I have to act like I’m fine so I can live my life.
Weekends I get a break.
I survived today. Even enjoyed myself. But missed you constantly.
Today I did an activity that you really wanted to do together. You’d mentioned it a few times and it was on our “date ideas” list. I couldn’t help but notice how you weren’t there for it. I wished you were.
I also started planning my next vacation, and I’m actually excited about it.
I’ve tried planning several since we broke up but couldn’t go through with them because the thought of going without you just made me too sad.
I still wish it was with you, but I need to move on.
3 months since you left me and I miss you just as much, or more, today as I did the day you left.
I realized something today, though. While there are still so many questions I want to ask and things I want to say, none of it would give me any more closure than I already have.
I have a super busy weekend ahead of me and I hate it for a few reasons but mainly because it’ll all be things I wish you could be doing with me. Meeting more of my friends that I really wanted you to meet. Another birthday party with family. Church. Fall weather.
I spent way too much time trying to figure out if you deleted your account here. I know you blocked me and made your account private over a month ago, but your account was harder to find today. Still found it. Still can’t see what you’re posting (obviously).


