I missed you.
Not only did you visit me in my dreams for the first time in a week, but I decided to check my Instagram for the first time in ages and for once, since before I went to Spain, there you were.
Your face was there again on my watch list. It somehow brightened my entire night. New lights on the horizon.
I know there is no turning back for the either of us - something I bring to question when I realise you still look on my social media.
Why do you?
What's the point?
I know you don't want anything to do with me - you made that clear when you ignored my apology.
I've changed my number and everything since then - even my provider - just to never convince myself I don't need to know whether you ever tried reaching out, which I no doubt, you haven't ever tried.
It's just not your thing.
Which is fine, I will always ... You. I don't know. I just know you'll always be knocking around in my head a bit for the rest of my days.
Maybe this moving country will help. Maybe it won't. What it will do is sever us forever.