I found this unpublished post in my Drafts folder on WordPress.

My ghost surprised me with a Valentine’s Day text today. I do not really know what to make of it. I could have responded with something like “Wait, aren’t you supposed to be ghost? I thought that ghosts were above this sort of thing.”

Maybe there should there should be a separate Ghost Valentine’s Day. Which could be observed by the ghosts and the ghosted. I would send my ghost an empty heart shaped box of chocolates.

Or perhaps a dozen dead roses.

Picked from a dozen dead forests.

But I wish I knew what this was all about. Her brief reappearance. It was almost as if she knew that she had almost vanished from my consciousness. And perhaps she needed some sort of validation that she still existed.

Or perhaps I was just one of many recipients in a mass text to her “menagerie of men” as she was mentioned. First I thought it was needlessly cruel of her to mention… letting me know that I am not as special as I thought. But eventually I came around to thinking that it would have been needlessly cruel of her to not inform me of my non-specialness.

It was something that I needed to hear.

And it made total sense why I would then be ghosted. It was not as if I was not forewarned.