It is a Friday night, you have surrendered to your sofa, turned on the TV, and put on some garbage reality show, just to get bored enough to pull your phone from the wooden living room table posted in front of you. Have you gotten a text? No sirree. Just one missed phone call from your mom. You will call her back, you say to yourself. Soon, for sure, totally. Oh, an email from work. Would you look at that. Your eyes move slowly across the different icons… until they reach one specific one.
You stare at the little pink icon on your phone, shaped like fire. Pursing your lips, you wonder…hmmm… should you? The last time literally ended in flames. The other times amounted to nothing. You got ghosted, blocked, shamed, broken up with. You continue to goggle a bit, until finally you give in, and press on the little icon with your finger.
Here we go again.
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