I am so jealous of all these authors who write a whole epic fic and then publish it serialized with great art already made and a bunch of buzz around the whole thing as a fandom event … and I’m just over here like, “crap, I have written my wip into a corner and have a couple of days to figure my way out of it before readers start complaining, fuck.”
There's a strange, bittersweet clarity that comes from deleting someone from your phone.
I mean, someone that isn’t in your life on a daily basis. Or rather, any basis. You know that you have gone weeks without seeing this person, or having any kind of reciprocated communication, and so for all intents and purposes this person should be declared gone from your life.
But…..for some reason, as long as you have their number— you have them. You still have the option of telling them how much you miss them, or how things can be different, or they don’t realize it yet but they REALLY DO miss you as well.
It’s like that one last shred of holding on to them.
And once you delete their number…..that’s it. You literally have NO way of contacting them ever again. Period. They are officially out of your life for good.
There’s an overwhelming sense of regret and relief that comes with that full acceptance.
I’m just sayin.