When you finally push “delete”
There’s something empowering about that. Even though it only takes a few
motions of you fingers, it somehow requires working up every ounce of strength in
your body. I don’t care if you have his number memorized by heart or view his profile
a million times a day. Delete him. How do you expect to move on when you have
access to him in everyway? First, delete him off of Facebook then worry about
deleting him out of your heart.