Old News

In the beginning, it’s all something new. Every day is an exciting adventure. Each sentence between each other is a revelation, a new connection. You change yourself to be more like the other person, and they change themselves to be more like you. You start laughing at the things they laugh at, liking the shows they like, loving the movies they love, playing the video games they play. You’re not separate people anymore. You’re one gelatinous blob of a spirit. Nothing could ever break you apart now. You’ve gone through the worst and here you are.

Then it happens.

Something changes. It’s not the same as it used to be. You can tell that they’re talking to someone else. Someone has taken your place. Pretty soon you’re screaming out for any kind of validation, any kind of recognition that you’re alive. Cold silence is the only thing you receive. You’re nothing but old news, and they’ve moved onto someone that has better conversations, someone that’s better than you. Now, all of your favorite things have been tainted. Thinking about them reminds you of the person. You opened yourself up to them, and they threw you away. Now you’re just background noise, a green light on an online messenger that will never be interacted with again.