Early in the morning, before anyone was awake, I rolled over to see a little blue light, a message on my phone. It must have come in the middle of the night, while I slept soundly, not hearing the familiar ping. My lids still heavy, I rubbed my eyes and read the message. It was from him. J had messaged me in the night. Within a moment I felt the tears well up in my eyes, a single blink and they spilled onto my cheeks, quickly followed by others. Hot tears streaked my face as I lay there completely silent. It wasn’t that he wanted me back, just a couple of short sentences to let me know that it meant something and he misses me. I got my goodbye.
In some ways it makes the hurt feel fresh again, after all it’s been three weeks since he ended things, but in another way, I feel at peace. We will likely never talk again, but I know that he still thinks of me and that makes all the difference.