To be fair…
I didn’t mean to go looking for you. You just sort of appeared, like you always did, I suppose.
A newsfeed friend of a friend, adventures captured picturesque…Curiosity is a dangerously beautiful thing.
And there you were, looking just as you did before. I almost didn’t recognize you. All I could think was, oh, you still exist…How odd.
How…anticlimactic. That my breath didn’t even catch.
And then you were gone. And I felt almost nothing.
Facebook stalking isn’t nearly as intoxicating as it was.