I go on Witty every few months.
I check if my old friends have been online. For most of
them…it’s been two years. I remember the fake
marriages we had. The jealousy we shared. The exchanging
numbers. The sending pictures. The kiking. The all-nighters.
I go on Witty every few months to see if anyone has
been online. These people new my darkest secrets. My
scariest thoughts. My happiest hours. I check my old account
to see if my old friends have messaged me. Sometimes
I’ll get a message with a number and a quick
sentimental message : I miss you. Most of the time it’s
nothing. It’s bare.It doesn't matter. I don't
reply anyway. I have to move on from a teenage
girl's obsession. I’d like to say I
don’t care. I’d like to not want to log in
anymore. But, after five years it’s still hard
to let go.