The Screenshot

She accidentally sent him a screenshot of their old conversation.

He replied:

“Why are you looking at this?”

She said, “I was cleaning my gallery.”

He laughed.

“Still thinking about me?”

“No.”

“Then why keep the screenshot?”

She didn't answer.

Because the screenshot wasn't from their conversation.

It was from the day he told her he was proud of her.

That was the one sentence she had never heard from anyone else.

She deleted the screenshot that night.

Not because she stopped caring.

Because she finally realized she didn't need someone else's words to believe in herself.