So we stay. We swipe. We type and delete. We love in lowercase, fight in all-caps, and mourn in archived chats.

It ends not with a slammed door, but with a muted story. A removed follower. A changed username so you can’t tag them anymore. No goodbye — just the quiet disappearance of a pinned chat. You spend weeks decoding old screenshots, wondering if the "haha" meant more. Or less.

It’s dramatic. It’s exhausting. It’s often one-sided. But in a world where real connection feels rare, even a ghost in your DMs can feel like company.