Single Again

The transition from HAVING a girlfriend, to NOT HAVING a girlfriend, is diabolical.

The silence is unsettling.

My phone used to chirp, jingle, and vibrate with loving messages from my dream woman.

“OMG, I’m soo stressed about my next presentation!”

“…Baby, I just washed my hair, I wanted to show you” (tossing her thick chestnut curls in the iPhone camera)

“…I’m just thinking about you, I wanted to say Good Morning :-)”

I went from being showered with love, offers for home cooked dinner, and flirty cleavage photos- to my phone gathering moss like an ancient rock.

Aside from a few texts from the group chat, my phone is as dry as a bag of airplane pretzels.

You’re Nobody Til Somebody Loves You

It feels like slowly becoming invisible.

No one asks how my day is going.

Not a single soul cares if I got a run in, or which lifts i trained in the gym, what I ate for dinner.

My girl and I would usually chat all day- texts, video messages, inside jokes, sweet nothings, flirty innuendo.

In the afternoon, I’d jump in the shower to head to her place, or rush to clean up the dog fur and dirty dishes before she came over.

Eight months in, I was really getting used to be cuddled, cared for, doted on- LOVED.

I liked it.