Still, when he dumped me via Zoom a few days ago, it still hurt even in the midst of a pandemic.
I didn’t want the last thing he saw before he dumped me to be my blotchy red cheeks and sad, weird, and invisible redhead eyelashes.
Those two weeks came and went, and we decided to do a FaceTime date instead of a real date.
Then we did a Zoom date the following week because the quality was a little better than FaceTime, and another Zoom date the next week, and another the next.
Crying over FaceTime to your sister isn’t the same as getting to wipe your snot on her shoulder IRL.

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