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We would text first thing in the morning and talk all day about everything and nothing, and often I would send him a text right before I went to sleep, and the first thing I saw on my phone the next morning was a message from him.
He promised me things that felt too-much-too-soon but also kind of wonderful—that he'd bring me The New York Times and coffee every morning, that we'd go away the next weekend together, that he would get me a plane ticket to meet him in Europe while he was away on business. I voiced my wariness to him.
If I didn't, I'd be mysteriously gone. I left his apartment excited at the prospect of what we had started. But then a whole day had passed—the longest we had gone without any interaction since we started dating. I knew Bill was on deadline for work, so I gave him space. After yet another day of silence, I finally texted him.
My heart sank. I stalked his social media to make sure he was still alive—and was he ever. He'd been posting regularly on Instagram and Twitter, and as I scrolled through his feed, my head started spinning. If he's so busy with work, why is he posting on social media? If he has time to post on social media, wouldn't he have time to contact me? I went round and round in my head until I was in a full panic and decided to tell a friend.
The fact is, goodbyes are hard for us all. But for some, there is a struggle between what they believe is right and how they behave. Logically, I get it—but that still doesn't make it right.