Your parents like her. She is quiet, unsuspecting, pretty, and doesn’t talk about money, jobs, or her strange family. You two don’t text excessively and it doesn’t bother her. You hang out most weeknights and some weekends. I try to rid myself of the parts of me that I have assigned the blame of losing you.
But that doesn’t stop you from reading old messages, scrolling back months and months, all the way back when things were still OK. You look through old photos and you’re not sure if you want to laugh or cry. You think about deleting everything. You don’t. Not yet.