She closed the settings. Opened her notes app. And wrote:
She thought about herself at 2 a.m., three months ago, crying into a pillow so her roommate wouldn’t hear, wondering why she wasn’t enough for him to just show up .
The cursor blinked. Yes or no.
So she’d blocked him. Not because she hated him. Because she was tired of waiting for a version of him that existed only in her head.
She remembered why she’d blocked him. It wasn’t dramatic—no screaming fight, no broken dishes. It was worse than that. It was a Tuesday. He’d said he’d call. He didn’t. Then Wednesday. Then Thursday. Then a week of “sorry, work has been crazy” and “you know I love you, right?” and her realizing that love, to him, was a get-out-of-jail-free card he could play whenever he forgot to show up.
“Dear future self: If you’re reading this, you’re probably wondering if you should unblock him again. Remember tonight. Remember how you googled ‘how do i unblock someone’ because you were lonely, not because he changed. You didn’t unblock him. You chose your own peace instead. You’re allowed to miss someone and still leave them in the blocked list. That’s not cruelty. That’s growth. Now go to sleep.”
And then she did something that surprised her.
Settings > Blocked Accounts > Select profile > Unblock