Before Valentine’s Day is over, I did what I felt like was the unthinkable:

Deleting some pictures in regards to the break up.

I haven’t talked to that person in five months and we’ve been broken up with close to eight.

I deleted between 40-50 pictures. Two or three of them were screenshots of his phone number in case one day I forget or I decide to make amends.

But I realize that doesn’t matter. If he wanted to reach out he would have. He knows where I’m at. And too much time has passed for anything to happen.

The same night I promised my best friend who has been very very patient and loving throughout the past few months, listening to me rant and cry, that I’ll stop talking about him.

Queen it’s time to let go. Xox