Okay, so, I’ve been going through this thing with my ex lately, and I started wondering, “Will he miss me?” It’s a tough question, right? So I decided to do a little experiment.
First, I stopped reaching out. No more texts, no calls, nothing. It was hard, really hard. I mean, we used to talk all the time. But I wanted to see what would happen if I just… disappeared. Would he notice? Would he care?
Then, I waited. Days turned into a week, and still, my phone was silent. It was like, torture, honestly. I kept checking it, hoping for a message, a call, anything. But nope, nothing. I started to feel pretty lousy, like maybe he didn’t even care that I was gone.
- Day 1: No contact. Felt weird.
- Day 3: Still nothing. Started doubting myself.
- Day 7: Seriously? Is he even alive?
After a week, I started analyzing our past conversations. I went through old texts and tried to remember. Was he always the one initiating? Did he seem genuinely interested, or was I just imagining things? I tried to be objective, but it’s hard when your feelings are involved. I was always the one who texted first. The conversations were always about him. I felt a little bad for the way I was acting at the time.
Then, I decided to focus on myself. I started doing things I enjoyed, hanging out with friends, working on my hobbies, basically getting my mind off of him. I’m not going to lie and say it was easy. He is always on my mind. It wasn’t, but it did help. A lot.
The Realization
After a few more days, still nothing. I started to realize that maybe, just maybe, he wasn’t going to miss me. At least not in the way I hoped. And you know what? That’s okay. It hurt, but it was a valuable lesson. I learned that I shouldn’t have to chase after someone who doesn’t appreciate me. Or, maybe he does miss me. Maybe he is just scared and confused. But either way, I am not going to text first again. If he wants to talk, he knows where to find me.
So, that’s my story. It’s not exactly a fairytale ending, but it’s real. And honestly, I’m starting to feel better, stronger even. I realized, I do not need him to feel validated. I am perfectly fine on my own. It is his loss.
