Its been months. I checked up on him to see if he was doing fine still, only to realise all avenues had been shut down. A dawning realisation that I'd been blocked from every form of media by him, social or otherwise.
It came to my knowledge that he'd gotten attached barely a month since we parted ways in November whilst I was in the Mainland. I'd been unfollowed on social media and now nearly two months after I've finally been blocked altogether. For no crime whatsoever, other than being a source of care once upon a time.
Not like we were every officially together.
"Where's your boyfriend?"
"Isn't that his office?"
"You guys were quite cute together what happened?"
A multitude of presumptious questions hit me from mutual friends I met over the weekend since returning for a party at our local gay haunts. I stared at the Intermark across from the tower of sin wherein I downed glasses of gin to great company and felt hollow, no stings...just an abject nothing as I recovered and rediscovered my self worth and gazed upon the work place from which I'd pick him up from.
The good night and good vibes completely made me indifferent to a ghost of the past.
Despite his "cheating", his attempts to put me down verbally and challenge my worth, I survived on principle that I deserved better really.
I guess, what I've come to find, is you never really know a person.
I made an effort, didn't work out. You found someone else, and have now decided to cut ties with the past altogether. Matters not to me anymore. I cared and then I didn't.
"I'm sorry we couldn't work out as friends." I texted to the last unblocked link we had.
And then for a change, my turn it was.
Goodbye John.
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