I was just going through my pictures in my phone, and found about 10 of S that I hadn’t erased. Now deleted permanently. 

I did the same with his texting thread and all the pics associated with it. (After screen-shotting the threat he made to me last week when I told him he should tell Betty Boop how he texted me at 4 AM  and how the night before he’d asked for pics of me.). 

So, I continue to erase all traces of him from my life.  All I have are memories, and I have as many painful ones as good. And the painful ones are way more painful and cruel than the good ones are good. It will keep my head in the right place. Memories fade anyway. 

Like Stephen Stills says in Southern Cross, “Somebody fine gonna come along, make me forget about loving you.”