Don’t do it, girl.

Okay, but what if you did. What if you picked up the phone, scrolled to his number labeled “piece of shit!” and texted “hey.” Just “hey.” Girl, just do it and don’t even think about it.

Don’t think about it, because next you’re going to pick up that same phone and text that other guy from that other time.
You have him saved under his regular name. And I mean, sure, he never showed up to your birthday dinner, but the other times you were together, were wonderful. Remember? He won you that little stuffed frog at the fair. What a cutie.

You know who else was a real cutie, though? That chick that you… well, you know. Yeah. Text her too. “Hey.”

Feel your heart? It’s tight, slamming against your chest. Do you feel your phone buzzing yet? Don’t check. Not yet.

Next, text the guy who was totally in love with you and you ghosted. Yeah, that one. The one who texted and called blindly for weeks after you unofficially ended things. His reply is going to be insane. No, really. That one will be good.

Do it because you want to feel something. No, not something. Someone. Anyone at all who ever made you feel anything.

Because right now, you’re alone.

And your phone isn’t doing shit.