Astrology, bowling, and that's like my opinion man

The irony has not escaped me that today of all days was a massive 7.8 earthquake in the country of the man you cheated on me with. Whether or not you're still there since he posted a microscopic photo of the both of you out in the ocean isn't relevant, other than to say it would bring me no pleasure if he were to be among the few of the departed. The Universe certainly has a sense of humor of comedic timing on your birthday that should be interpreted as an omen or warning, but neither one of us will see the tragedy of what should have been between you and I.

I deleted all the photos of us on my phone. I got dreadfully tired of the barrage of reminders of how happy I was with you because it would constantly generate photo stories of us. Now they are relegated to some obscure folder on a backup, before memories like ones and zeros just eventually degrade into ambiguity.

Congratulations on your promotion, I finally decided to delete my LinkedIn, on account of transitioning into full retirement last year but you already knew that with a ghost account.