Being A Ghost

The haunts of dating

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You’re haunting me, consciously and unconsciously. You float through my inbox with a “how’s life” every so often; like a seasoned horror-film survivor, I know better than to engage. But you also run laps around my head, take up space I never decided to give you.

A weekend passes in which I know we would have had plans, in that alternate universe where we are compatible. We would have done a…