It had been a week since Bob texted you. He used to be a pretty reliable texter, he didn't always reply right away, but he always made an effort.

No response in a week was very unlike him.

You didn't want to think he was ghosting you, didn't want to believe someone as sweet, gentle, and chivalrous as Bob could pick such a cowardly way out.

As more time began to pass, you slowly tried to accept it, a heavy feeling settling in your chest at the uncertainty and disappointment. A small, naive part of you still hoped that maybe the WSO was just busy. That was a reasonable excuse, right?

But then, on one hard, quiet night, you decided to check his dating profile. Just to see. Fingers crossed that it hadn't been updated.

In the dark of your bedroom, a feeling of dread and inadequacy filled your heart as you saw that he in fact did update his profile. He was looking. Searching. While you were still stuck waiting, wondering why he ghosted you, why you didn't even deserve an explanation to his change of mind.