Today I found a new hobby, instead of just cyber-stalking you, I stalked your brother. I’ve opened your conversation window until I lost count. First time I did, I realised. No message history. No more things to reminise about. Then I remembered, only the texts we’d exchanged is left. 2nd time I noticed only your window was purple. 3rd time I told myself you had an ugly display picture. 4th time I told myself you looked so much better in that picture I have of you. 5th time, I gave up. I will not be the one who breaks the silence.
