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Her name flashed up on the mobile screen. We had not spoken in months; I’d told her it would be easier that way, staying friends was too hard. I often regretted saying it, I missed her so much, but she was right it was over.

The message made no sense, it was out of context. I checked the message details, it was sent May 13th over six months ago. We were still together then, still in love. When I had first seen the message I had wanted to reply and tell her how much I missed her, ask her if her mum was out of hospital? She had told me in August she had known for some time it wasn’t working. It is hard to go from living together to long distance. I, d got used to sleeping alone, but lived for the days I could see her.

Her mum got ill again in June or was it July, she found her lying on the carpet. She rang me in tears, I could not be there for her, and I did not sleep that night. I rushed home to see her, her embrace felt so good. What a year, what a shitty fucking year, I am glad it is ending. I lost out in love again, a victim of circumstance. We both were upset and now we are alone. I wonder how she is, but do not want to reopen old wounds.
I realize now the message was a modern ghost of the past, calling back from a time when I was still in love and loved. I miss her that is all.