Unfollow: An Instagram Love Story

I need to write. I need to vent out. 

It’s funny that I always considered writing as an activity to be done during my spare time but sometimes... I guess…all perceived things can be magnets of change.

I need to write. I need to fix myself.

To get myself to what it used to be before I checked my followers’ list on Instagram and saw that my crush’s name is not there anymore.

I need to write. I need to tell this story.

Three days ago, she followed me back; after weeks of waiting for her to do it. To be curious on who’s this random guy with a private account who followed her. And she did. I rejoiced thinking that within the realms of possibility, I'll have a chance of knowing her…of her knowing me. But all these things fell apart when she made that green button back to gray again.

This is very shallow. As deep as a kitten that follows a laser light.
But let me fight for myself even just this once. 

I need to write. I need to explain myself.

We are all shallow people. And don’t disagree with me. You don’t want to argue with someone who’s broken. You don’t.

And so, let me retaliate. Me…you… them...her? We all have our own share of ponds that live in drought. We all try to act as cultured people who follow this unwritten rule of maturity that came from whom? From someone who’s bored enough to let go of his childhood dreams.

And sometimes…even we, people of sophisticated manners, can be drowned in this depthless hollow.

I need to write. I need to declare my prime.

I am not immature for acting like this. I am not overreacting.  I am just hurt and I needed to revolt back to being a kid whose hurt can be cured by crying it all out.

I need to write. I need to be a child again.

Allow me to forget all rules of logic that I’ve learned so far. Allow me to say all these things.

Unfollow? This is how I define it. A term used to say that I don't like you and it will stay that way forever.

This is our love story. A modern take of unrequited love.
    
She unfollowed me. I unfollowed her. And this would be the end. Goodbye. Goodbye. Goodbye. Thank you for pulling me out of my short-lived fantasy.

I need to write. I need to solidify my goodbyes.