I deleted something on my phone today that I didn't intentionally want to delete. Well, I didn't realize that delete one thing would wipe out the whole thing. For some reason though, I feel like I was meant to delete it. I keep coming back to it, especially when I want to feel a sense of...I guess security. I shared with a good friend of mine today that it's not the same anymore. Maybe it's just an act...but even a simple touch didn't feel the same. It could be that I'm reading into it too much. Maybe I was meant to delete that very thing that was evidence of "love" because it was so contradictory to my...no, our reality.
There's a common saying for everyone celebrating their birthday...another year older, another year wiser...
Let's see how wise my next decision is going to be.
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