Texting doesn’t feel real. There’s no accountability.
2017, you showed me how to love myself across months of confusion, mayhem, and sorrow.
How the actual fuck am I going to survive being single and #textless? That’s a whole separate beast I’m not gonna dangle a steak in front of right now.
Once I started thinking about life without texting, I realized I hadn’t ever stopped to consider that there might be another way to be in contact.
A little sacrifice here, a little “I’ll just tolerate it” there, and before you know it, you’re 20 miles from home and have no idea how you got there.