She changes her profile picture.
My heart skips a beat. Every time.
It certainly belongs to the category of one of those weird events, where technology synchronizes physiology without the help of a Doctor, or so I think.
Thus I philosophize this cyclic occurrence, suspecting mortal desires- or love they say. In a way I intellectualize the situation, forgetting to ‘like’ the picture, thus undoing a little stroke of her happiness.
I slowly stray away from her virtual world, waiting to be forgotten.
She changes her profile picture again.
I deactivate my account.
My heart skips a beat. Every time.
It certainly belongs to the category of one of those weird events, where technology synchronizes physiology without the help of a Doctor, or so I think.
Thus I philosophize this cyclic occurrence, suspecting mortal desires- or love they say. In a way I intellectualize the situation, forgetting to ‘like’ the picture, thus undoing a little stroke of her happiness.
I slowly stray away from her virtual world, waiting to be forgotten.
She changes her profile picture again.
I deactivate my account.
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