Josh Fox

But I am in Sydney quite a lot, so we should catch up when I'm next there if you want.

I felt cheated, betrayed, broken.

Like I was searching for a man to bring into my day-to-day.

Not a long-distance lover.

How dare you, I said to Sam.

No.

No, I'm just joking again.

I did not say that to Sam.

I was like, you know what?

Fair enough.

That's kind of smart, to be honest, but not really something I want to keep entertaining, to be honest, just because I've done the long distance thing before.

I hated it.

So now if someone isn't local or in Sydney, like to me, it's see you later before I catch feelings that would then mean I've got to be catching flights every weekend to see that person.

Anyway, after Sam's South Australia bombshell, things naturally fizzled out between us, the chat kind of went dry, and then other than like the odd Instagram story reply here and there, we never really spoke again.

But like...

I never forgot him.

You know how most people you briefly chat to either on Instagram or a dating app just become people you soon forget, were never destined to remember, and you either unmatch or unfollow because you never meet.

But on the very odd occasion, and I mean very rarely,

you don't unmatch and you don't unfollow, even though there's no plan to meet.

And that person, they don't just stick like in your newsfeed, constantly popping up with their little updates, but they kind of stick in your mind a little too every time you see them pop up because they just had something sweet about them.