Almost 4 months

It’s been almost four months since our last dialogue.

It’s been almost-four months since you whispered you’d wait for me, that no one knows us like we do, that we could have the happily ever after.

It’s also the same almost-four months since you paraded your new “In a relationship with...” status all over social media.

And in those four months there has been guilt and longing and tarot reading and countless what-ifs. Three months of anger and the feeling of betrayal and not being able to say your name. Two months of realisation, being thankful for our time, trying to wish you the best. And in this last month, it was late into the evening and my head was tired I typed your name into the search box from memory to find you both standing there, arms around her waist, grinning like a Cheshire Cat.

You looked good, and I (almost) felt nothing.