You are waiting, almost comically, for this to just wither and die.
Death of a friendship. Death of a relationship. Death of an internet connection.
Just let it fade into the sunset, fade to black, go away completely. What you went through, in reality, was just a spring fling. A lot like that winter fling. And see how far you’ve come with that? It’s not like you sent him dead roses because you aren’t still hurt.
Lying to yourself is your favorite thing to do.
You’ve also discovered they never met their maker. The Hale Bop Dead Rose Comet never reached its intended recipient. I thought for sure I’d have gotten mine on that little stunt. But, hey, guess what? Joke’s on me.
Some things just you have to let go.
Said me, never.