When you delete something, 

you're making a choice to destroy it.

To never see it again.

You choose to delete 

because you need to free up space,

because you don't want it anymore,

because it no longer holds value.

Is that what happened to us? 

Were we unwanted? 

Taking up too much space? 

Deletion.

When you make that decision, 

there's always that moment of hesitation.

That annoying, "Are you sure?" dialogue box.

And then you have to make a call.

Yes or no.

Yes means ridding 

myself or herself 

and the world of without us forever.

That includes you, my silent observer.

That's the thing about deletion.

There are many reasons

 why you wanna recover a file you just deleted.

When you have that moment of panic, 

where it hits you,

 where that thing 

you thought had no value suddenly becomes important.

Where you suddenly find new purpose for it.

Maybe there are still things left for me to do.