There’s No More “Cooling Off.” I’m Never Running Back Into Your Arms Again.

“I wasn’t running back to the man who could’ve possibly been my soulmate. I was running away for good. I was returning back to myself. I no longer craved him. I craved a sweet freedom that only the single life provided.”

A few days ago I checked my WhatsApp messages for the first time in literal months. I rarely use the app and I should have deleted it by now, but I kept WhatsApp for so long because two of my aunts call and send me messages through the service, even though they both live in America and can easily just shoot me a text message.

When I checked the app I noticed a missed video call. I didn’t recognize the number at first, so I checked the corresponding messages associated with the number.

It was my ex.

I made out his number from a missed call from him that was made last year on my birthday. He sent me a message after I didn’t pick up, wishing me a happy birthday and telling me he missed me and still loved me.

We stopped speaking because I blocked his number. He made a promise to me that he didn’t keep, and I was fed up with his antics. As I grew older and began to mature as a woman I noticed a distinct change in the way I interacted with men. I became less patient, and more strict and unwavering in what…