I meant it when I blocked him.

That wasn’t random.

It came from a place of being done, of being tired, of finally hitting that point where I didn’t want to see it anymore, didn’t want to deal with it anymore, didn’t want access to something that kept pulling me back in.

So I blocked him.

Clean. Final. No hesitation.

For about five minutes.

Because as fast as I did it…

I started thinking.

Wondering if he noticed, wondering if he tried to reach out, wondering what would happen next. That quiet turned loud real quick, and suddenly blocking him didn’t feel like peace.

It felt like a question.

So I unblocked him.

Not because I forgot why I did it.

But because part of me wasn’t ready for it to actually be over like that. Not without knowing, not without seeing, not without one more moment of “what if.”

And yeah, I know how that sounds.

But sometimes closure isn’t clean.

Sometimes it looks like blocking and unblocking, going back and forth, trying to create distance while still being attached to what you’re walking away from.

And that’s where I was.

Tessa’s Straight-Up Perspective

You didn’t unblock him because you changed your mind.

You did it because you weren’t ready to let go yet.

Final Thought: Divine Delulu Summary

Blocking is easy.

Staying gone is the hard part.

Disclaimer

This content is for reflection and emotional awareness, not professional advice. Take what resonates, leave what doesn’t, and always move with awareness and respect for your own boundaries.