February 18, 2015
I signed onto the app this morning and went to my messages. He changed his picture again. It was of his feet lounging in a folding chair by the pool. Deleted. His new screen name. Most of his information had been deleted. He was last on around 3 am. I felt obsessive about this most of the day, frequently checking my messages. Aware that each time I tap the application, I'm lowering my shields, setting myself up for attack, made so by his continued absence. But I just met him two nights ago. Remembering my dad's strength and reserve helped.