I Reacted to My Ex's Post With a Fire Emoji
He posted a gym selfie at 11 p.m. My finger did it before my brain. His girlfriend replied with a skull emoji. I have not slept.
Gym selfie. 11 p.m. Shirtless. Caption: "Consistency."
My thumb hit fire before my brain arrived.
His girlfriend commented a skull. He DM'd: "??"
I left it on read for six hours then typed: "Wrong button."
Nobody believes wrong button.
My boyfriend saw. We fought about insecurity. He's not wrong.
I want attention from a man who already proved he could leave.
That's the confession: not the emoji—the hunger for a door I closed myself.
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