MOYour fingers trace the keypad and retreat. After several attempts you put the phone aside and take a deep breath, trying to chuck the gushing memories into a whirlpool so that they would drain out of you, but they don’t. It’s been a long since since you talked to him. You thought you weren’t hung up on him anymore even when each man you met, you tried to find or unfind traits of the man you thought you didn’t love anymore. It’s a special day. You must text him but you don’t. Not because you don’t remember it but because you don’t want to start a conversation which won’t end anywhere but in a flash back and disappointment. It’s okay. Breathe. No, you’ll not breathe out through memories. You’ll just feel better.