Toxic Fracture

"Why would he send me these after all these years?" The audacity. He most likely knows. It's the only explanation. I haven't spoken to this man in over three years, and I've had him blocked everywhere for the duration of that time. It makes no sense that he would send me picture after picture using a number I don't recognize. Some are from a trip we took together, while others are of only me. A few, of wood working projects I had saved and was planning to attempt. The memories from that December flood back as though I'm breaking through the surface of water after being submerged. He had taken my phone that night and kept it as though it were his own. Perhaps he considered it his since he was the one who bought it for me. A few days after he took it, I asked to borrow it so I could transfer all my files to a phone I had just purchased. My heart sank when he turned to face me, pausing from washing the dishes in the sink, and with a half-smile, told me that he had lost it. Even today, my heart continues to sink. The shame of having once loved this man consumes me once again. This could not be happening at a worse time.