Deleting you..

We don't spend time in the same circles so bumping into each other is unlikely.. and because I've decided that you're not worth my time, all that remains is to delete you from my computer and phone.

Your pictures on my phone are the first to go.. I cry like a little girl as I remember that you're never going to be mine and force myself to delete the folder with your pics in it. Thankfully, I was organised and all your pics are in one folder so I can delete the folder and not have to suffer the trauma of seeing your pretty face as I delete each pic in turn. I place the phone aside and leave the room.

Later that day, at work I decide to delete your messages from my phone. I flick through my inbox and realise there's over 900 messages from you. Tears well up and I realise it was probably a mistake to attempt this at work. I sort my messages by sender and check for important messages from other people, save those and then delete everything in my inbox so I won't have to delete all your messages one at a time. I put the phone aside and go sit in the toilets for a little while to regroup. I check myself in the mirror as I leave and notice that my mother was right, I look strained and pale.

Next is the pics from my desktop.. they're not too hard now, I'm getting used to this. I know there's a couple of stray pics in stray folders but I leave them there as a security blanket.

Thankfully, I was also organised with your emails and only have the distress of deleting a folder of your emails. I'm tempted to look at one or two and wish I hadn't as I see your sweet words and are reminded of the good times.

I leave the erasing of you for a while as my heart is bruised from it all.

I come across your stray pics periodically and remind myself that you're not mine and I can't have you as I delete them.

Suddenly, the final blow - you really can't be mine because now you're someone else's. My friends urge me to continue with your abolishment. I hesitate and when I'm asked why, I have no answer. No answer because there isn't one. I'm just clinging to an idea of you.

The last bit of you to go is your MSN. My mouse hovers over the 'block & delete' button. It stays there for such a long time. Finally, I click cancel and then for some reason take you off block. Why did I do that? I wait for you to say something, hoping that with one little 'hi' you can save yourself from being rubbed out completely.

I remember the words of one of my friends, telling me that whatever happens my move to greener pastures should involve a clean slate and I shouldn't let anyone take that from me. I realise that by hanging on to you, my slate will always be a little smeared.. that there's a part of me that will always want to share things with you, things that you no longer have the right to be involved in.

I take a deep breath.. take one last look at your MSN pic.. reblock you and finally delete you.

Now you're gone. I didn't cry like I thought I would. I'm not as distraught as I thought I would be. Maybe I realised that I'd lost you long ago. Maybe I realise you're not worth these feelings. Maybe I'm ok now.