A shared notes doc from years ago still shows he's reading it, though neither of us has typed a line since March.
A calendar event from a relationship that ended four years ago still repeats every year, and tonight it synced onto a work calendar full of strangers.
I still have her on Find My, five months after we stopped talking. Her dot hasn't moved in two days and neither will my thumb.
The family plan shows her recently played. Three nights straight it's been our childhood playlist, right at 2am, and I haven't said a word.
Six months of a faster route sitting there in green, and I still drive past his building every single night instead.
The running app still logs her as my partner on this route, twelve times together. She muted me weeks ago. I laced up anyway.
we split up but never canceled the shared account, and his profile's still frozen on the show we never finished.
the playlist we stopped sharing got one more song tonight, and the timestamps go back further than i remembered.
The floor's empty on the late shift and her mug is still at the back of the cabinet, where I keep moving it so no one grabs it by accident.
My dad's to-do list is still held to the fridge by an old magnet. Nobody has crossed anything off.
The robot vacuum runs at 2am and still curves around the corner where her bed used to be. I took it out in March.
I still fill two mugs every night out of habit. Tonight the cold one sat there and I couldn't pour it out.