Poop Pyjamas 🕵️

I went into your phone looking for answers.

You moved to the other side of the world for me, but after six months, you were done. I was blindsided. I don’t think you ever intended to stay.

In a moment of desperation before you left, I did something I’d never done before or since: I went into your phone looking for answers. Instead, I found messages to your best friend about how you’d pooped yourself and had to discard your pyjamas in a neighbour’s bin.

We still talk and plan to get together on your side of the world later this year. I haven't decided if I’ll bring up the poop pyjamas.