Despite not talking to this someone, and deliberately choosing to have no means of getting into any kind of contact, if I ever happened to see him walking down the street (which I know I won’t), the only thing I could honestly say is:
-Hey, it’s been reeeeaaaally fun talking to you that exists in my head this entire year we haven’t talked at all. Have a nice day!
Welp, guess it has to be that way. I just hope that I won’t die before he who is in my head dies.It’s sort of pathetic, because I can’t count the times I thought to myself that I want to die because of it. At least I’d never think about him again.
I’d free myself from burden of this immense shame I feel.