I can’t delete your text thread. You haven’t texted me in five months and I know you never will again, but I can’t delete it. In that thread is two years worth of us. It contains our very first texts and the last words we spoke. There’s two years of pictures, arguments, “I miss you”, happiness, future plans, helping each other through everything and the build up to our downfall. I’ll scroll through the pictures at times, from the beginning stages of selfies to photos together to inspirational quotes you sent me on rough days to pictures of families we would have been just like. I scroll through and absorb every ounce of what we were. I’ve read the last text you sent me everyday for the past five months and I still can’t get over the last words you said. “I don’t even know what to do” words that are imprinted in me. Words I can’t get over because I don’t know what to do, without you. Five months and I’m still wrapped up in seven words. I get the urge to text you sometimes, to say fuck it all and text you the seven words I’ve been dying to say “I am so in love with you” but I know you won’t respond. Five months later and I can’t get over you. Five months later and your name has gone from the top of my texts and slowly worked its way to the bottom. I wonder if you’ve deleted me. I wonder if you still have pictures of us saved. I wonder if you’re sending someone else pictures so they can pick their favourite one. I wonder if the two years of us were gone in a single swipe and “delete.” I wonder if you still love me back. I wonder if I’ll ever be able to delete the person who added so much to my life. But for now, the texts thread stays, the same way you have in me.