He’s texting photos of all the beautiful sights I could have seen with him had we not separated. The wishful thought that we were happily compatible and enjoying this trip is just a fantasy. The reality is I cried in every damn hotel. Still, walking away is so hard. I don’t know if it’s his intention to try to draw me back in with these texts. I don’t know if he wants me to be sad, sorry, jealous. I do feel all these things. It’s understandable.