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Social Media Obsession - A short story

This is how it started…
he’d check the social media to see what she said on her wall, her last tweet, and the last photo she uploaded on Facebook. He was fascinated by her, look at all those cute photos he’d say, she’s gorgeous woman. Look at those thoughts she shared, she’s brilliant and funny. God, I’ll do anything of you would make her mine.
After several attempts on and off line, they ended up together. But social media got more sophisticated. It was fun at first, he’d buy her the signature bracelet she just pinned on Pinterest and she’d fly over the moon. He’d watch the videos she watched on YouTube, and like every single comment she made in Facebook. He’d check on her several times a day. But she felt trapped, suffocated so she left.
But he kept showing up everywhere she checked in on foursquare and even followed on Instagram and commented on all her photos. She felt scared but she was being nice, no need to unblock she said, I’ll just change my privacy settings.
But social media got so sophisticated. He would log on Facebook to see what time she goes online. And when she blocked him, he started checking her online status on BB and whatsapp. Surely, she won’t change her number, will she? But then puff.. She obviously did.
It took him days, weeks, months of asking all the old friends; where is she? What happened to her? And he would always hear the same answer, let her go, they’d say. He knew that was the end of it but he’s still check whatsapp daily to see her online status.
He met someone else, they fell in live, got married, had kids…but he still checks whatsapp online status and maybe Facebook wall of old friends maybe he’d find a picture to know what she looks like after all these years. It stopped becoming an obsession, it’s more of a habit now.
Then one day, he finds a friend request…
The end

-- Some time in Ramadan 2013
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