She calls after ages. You whine about how you missed her every day of all the while that she wasn’t there. She says little.You ask - how could you move on just like that?She says - how do you know I moved on?And just like that, you live in hope again. You, hopeless poor soul.

We save numbers, not always to keep in touch, but also to know whose call to avoid.

It's nice to know you had the last word and you made the call and you decided your fate but it doesn't make it hurt any less.

Ignored a phone call & now I can't check Whatsapp.