You Watched My Every Move, Then Disappeared

You were there. Every day. Tapping through my life. And then? Nothing.

Here’s the thing no one warns you about in your twenties:

Dating doesn’t break your heart. The silence after it does.

We didn’t even date properly. You were more of a situationship—a half-formed maybe, stitched together by DMs, Spotify playlists, and glances across crowded bars.

But you were always there. Watching my stories like it was your job.

And then one day…

You weren’t.

I Checked. I Noticed. I Cared.

We don’t talk about this bit, do we?

How embarrassing it feels to care about someone who never even gave you their full attention.

How tragic it is that someone watching your story feels like something.

You’d tap through all my posts. Like clockwork.

That 2-second peek at my iced oat latte? You saw it.

My random Sunday walk in Hampstead Heath? You were there too.

My "accidental" mirror selfie with a caption that definitely wasn’t accidental?

You viewed it. You always did.

Until suddenly… you didn’t.

Ghosting Is One Thing. Digital Ghosting Is Worse.

There’s a particular kind of sting that comes from someone leaving your inbox on read and disappearing from your viewers list.

It’s like they’ve died, except you see them active on someone else’s story. Laughing. Living. Moving on.

Without you.

And you can’t even be mad because technically, you never had them to begin with.

I Miss Someone Who Was Barely Even Real

I miss the idea of you.

The version of you I built up in my head because of a few late-night convos and your curated feed.

I miss that false sense of connection you get from someone who views your life but never truly participates in it.

And yeah, I know it’s pathetic.

But in a world where story views feel like modern love letters, I got hooked on your quiet attention.

You ghosted me in every possible way—digitally, emotionally, even algorithmically.

So Here’s My Closure: This Post Is For You

You’ll probably never read this. You’ve probably unfollowed, muted, or archived whatever tiny piece of me you once pretended to care about.

But if you are reading this—just know:

I saw your silence.

I noticed your absence.

And I’m done giving airtime to ghosts who never planned to stay.

Your Turn: Who’s Ghosted You Without a Goodbye?

💬 Tell me in the comments:

Have you ever been ghosted by someone who watched everything you posted?

Did it feel like a breakup even if nothing official happened?

Because I think we’re all tired of pretending it doesn’t hurt.