A Note on Forgotten Favorites
I’ve done a pretty good job of removing things that remind me of my past relationship. Moments after we broke up, I changed my Facebook status. A day later, I removed that happy picture of us from a frame. I did all the things I was supposed to do. Well, at least I thought I did.
A few weeks ago, I realized he was still listed in my iPhone’s Favorites. I have never felt more betrayed by a piece of technology. Phone! How could you do this to me?! Haven’t you realized that we haven’t called each other in weeks? That he’s not texting me every day? He is not my favorite anymore. You can tell me if it’s raining at Stonehenge, but you can’t realize that this person is not my favorite anymore? Sigh.
So today, I finally removed him. I’m not sure what took me so long, but it just felt like it wasn’t doing any harm keeping him there so I just left it there. But now I know that I need to make room for a new favorite. Or a few more favorites.