The internet is a wonderful tool, especially when it can make it or break it | whatsername's Blog

You see, it's sad when you're head over heels with someone but they're seeing someone else. You start suspecting they are seeing someone else, mainly because they've suddenly stopped showing the same kind of interest in you. Although you panic inside of you, although you're dying of curiosity, you won't say a thing. You notice him (or her, hey!) chatting online with that other person when you come over, you notice him texting with someone, or actually calling someone to tell them that they have "forgotten" their headphones in his jacket/bag/pocket/hat/shoe/cat/etc. When you go home and look over your feed wall on Facebook, you notice he's just been tagged in some new photos which give the hint that this mystery girl was around him all the freakin time. You feel a little anxious for a while, then tell yourself it's JUST your imagination, so you can sleep well that night.

You desperately try to give him the hint that you're just waiting for him to look you into the eyes and kiss you passionately, BEFORE he leaves the country. He leaves the country, without ever kissing you. You come home, cry your heart out. You wonder if he was too shy, if he was thinking about how much it would hurt later. You actually imagine you had a change, if only you'd been smarter, slicker, more attractive, more courageous, or something, you may have kissed him.

A week later, you go on Facebook again. Some new photos of him appear in the news feed. You see something strange in the thumbnail. Your heart starts to beat faster as you click on it; and yes, your suspicions are confirmed. They're holding hands, they're cuddling, they're acting all couple-y.

For a moment, you act shocked. Then you realise you knew it all along, but refused to believe it. Then you wonder, ask yourself "Why didn't he tell me?" Why did you have to find out through Facebook, after he left? Somehow, you feel glad that he hasn't told you himself that they're together. On the other hand, you still wonder why he didn't tell you.

You spend the following 2 weeks wallowing, basking, reveling in your sadness, loneliness, confusion... then you promptly start blocking any thoughts of him that might appear in your clouded mind.

A month later, in which he did not try to contact you at all, you decide to go on his Facebook profile again. Thing is, all the tagged photos of him are gone. You go Huh? for a moment or two. Then... then you realise what has happened here. You quickly browse his wall, and go on her profile. Notice that she changed her profile photo, which used to be a photo of them. You don't think much of that, but then you look to the right of the photo. Notice something? He is not among your common friends anymore.

You don't feel sorry at all. You actually feel relieved. Happy.

I would say I feel sorry for them, but I really don't.