I’m one of those people who keeps all his iPhone boxes.

i don’t throw them out because in my head:

“What if I need it in the future?”

what,
in some weird emergency,
i need to return my iPhone?
not realizing that when some shit happens,
apple literally sends you a cardboard box to send your phone back in.
so if that isn’t it,
then what is it?

Maybe it’s keeping the box that when I see it,
I remember the memories that came with that particular iPhone?

like my iPhone boxes,
i was holding onto someone that i no longer speak to on “find my friends“.
we haven’t talked in 2 years but we knew each other for 12.
it took about a 2 months in 2022 for our friendship to end.
all i had left was us still connected through that app.
when i would go on there to look for my devices,
they would pop up,
living in an entirely different state with whole new life now.

over the weekend,
i had a friend posed a few questions to me…

“Why are you still following them on Find My Friends?
What are you holding onto?
The hope of them returning back into your life?
To just pick up as if nothing happened?
Why would you allow them back into your life after how fucked up they left?”

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if this was a TV show,
our end would be the end of a season.
we had great seasons leading up to our finale but it’s done.
they chose to leave and start a spinoff somewhere else.
i was not going to part of their script or brand new cast of characters.
honestly,
i chose not to chase and try to figure it out how to fix it.
as they were moving forward; i did the same.
i was turned off by some things leading up to our finale.
in last weekend’s episode,
i learned that i like to emotionally hoard.

I took them off Find my Friends.