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I deleted you.

 

I stared at the phone screen for hours and then days.

I thought about all the I Love Yous and I Miss Yous

I remembered all the coffee assignations

I recalled all the candle lit dinners and roses

I recollected all the dancing sunsets and grains of sand

I reminisced most of all about shared sated silence.

 

And then I remembered why I shouldn’t remember.

 

And I almost thought I wouldn’t have the courage.

Or the will.

Or the strength.

But I did.

It wasn’t really as hard as I had imagined.

It was just a click of a button.

And you were gone.

I deleted you.

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Conversation 1- Of breaking the ice

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Hello.
 
Hey.
 
I am Mike. Short for Michael.
 
I am Beth.
 
Short for elizabeth?
 
No. Why does it have to be short for anything? It is complete as it is.
 
I am sorry. I did not mean to offend you.
 
You didn’t. Are you always this apologetic? Even when you have nothing to be apologetic about? Except of course for the fact that you are so unnecessarily apologetic.
 
Huh?
 
Nothing. I am just being me.
 
I understand.
 
You do? Really? I still don’t understand myself and I had a 26 year head start.
 
You are doing it again aren’t you?
 
What am I doing again?
 
The ‘just being me’ thing.
 
Hmmm…perhaps you ARE beginning to understand. Coffee?