
He guarded his phone like it was classified information. Late walks. Random excuses. Different cologne.
I finally snapped and checked his phone while he slept.
No messages. No dating apps.
Just a notes app.
There was a list. Dozens of entries. All dated.
Each one was about me.
Things I’d said in passing. Stuff I didn’t even remember mentioning. Little details about my habits, things I like, things that make me upset.
At the bottom of the note it said:
“Don’t forget. She matters.”
When I confronted him, he shrugged and said he writes things down so he doesn’t mess up.
I don’t know if that’s thoughtful or mildly terrifying.
Either way, I’m sleeping a little lighter now.
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