A Shock.

In the early, early, should have been sleeping but wasn’t hours of the morning—like midnight roundabouts–Skype decided to remind me of something.

That something was of my ex’s birthday.

With hot lead in my chest and a tremor going, I went to the menu to delete him from my contact list. Then I blocked him m

I don’t know why he was still there. I thought I was rid of him. I didn’t need to be reminded of his *existence*. One nightmare about it that week was enough.

This much time, and he’s still in my head…

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