The little chill of sadness and an ache from the scar that doesn’t heal as I read your note. It happens every time.  I had to “unfollow” you as seeing the future photos of you and another guy would probably still (shockingly) sting a bit. But I am happy for you; truly.  

I guess retrospectively I was a little confused about you saying that you’ll be taking a break. From what?  We don’t talk.  We don’t text. We seem to only communicate through “likes” and comments. Do you mean from your thoughts?  I hope you can win that one. I never did.  

I know you won’t answer this. Who knows if you’ll even read this. Perhaps I’ll take a break too. I leave it out there for the universe, which has proven all too often to have a really crappy sense of timing. X