Maybe I shouldn't be blogging about S. It just dredges up all my thoughts of him. Well maybe I need to get them out.
I got a new cell phone somewhere in the mess post break up. It was because I couldn't stand to see pictures of us that I had taken with it. I couldn't stand all the texts I had saved from him. I couldn't stand to hear it ring, only to know it wasn't him because it wasn't the ring I had assigned to his number.
And yet... I couldn't bring myself to delete these things. In a way, those texts are evidence that he once was crazy about me. Even if that S doesn't exist anymore, he exists in my old cell phone.
So I bought a new phone. A fresh phone, no texts or pictures or rings to haunt me. A fresh start. I still programmed his number into it... but other than that, there are no reminders of him in it.
My old cell phone sits on a shelf on my desk now. Not quite hidden, but definitely obscured. 1:32 AM