Why the heck did he text me the delightful new message … with the months-old bad-vibes text in its history? That just threw me into a funk.
I didn’t bring it up at the time, but mentioned it hours later.
“Huh????”
Oh! He always kills off his old text history. But somehow, Verizon’s system decided to be creative, burping up and attaching to a March 9, 2011, text to me a chain of other random texts to me from July 23, Aug. 10, Aug. 15 and Sept. 10, 2010.
All texts he and I had deleted.
It wasn’t that the Sept. 10 text said anything bad. (It didn’t.) It just reminded me of a face-to-face discussion we had moved passed.
Wow. Even deleted texts may remain out there, somewhere, forever, and could eventually be inconveniently burped up.
We may never know that it even happened. (What if I hadn’t mentioned it to him?)
Another reason to be careful about what we put in writing.
Maybe this was a gift? The gift of seeing how bumps happen and how we get passed them and then new loveliness sprouts from a soil rich in history.
Maybe?