got a message the other day from the ex-could-have-been-the-one inviting me to attend the birthday party of his kid.
i waited for the pang and the slight twinge of pain i always felt when he sends me a message. i waited for the tiny sliver of envy that always manages to sneak its way into my heart every time i think of him as married, and me as single.
i waited and waited. nothing came.
i sat there and stared at my phone and decided it was a good time to receive a message of that nature from someone i had once imagined spending the rest of my life with.
with a tiny smile i sent my regrets and an advanced happy father's day greeting. he responded with a thank you and a smile.
and that, i thought, was that.
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