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This happened last night and I'm still in bed at 2 PM questioning every decision I've ever made. Background: My ex (24F) and I (25M) broke up about eight months ago. It was mutual-ish, but I took it harder than I let on. I've been in the "doing fine, totally over it" phase for a while now. You know the phase. The one where you only check their profile four times a week instead of four times a day. Last night I couldn't sleep. I was lying in bed, scrolling through my phone, and somehow ended up on her Instagram profile. I don't even remember how I got there. One minute I was watching a video about a raccoon learning to use a doorbell, the next minute I was deep in her 2019 archive. I was being careful. I wasn't liking anything. I was just... observing. Like a wildlife documentary. "Here we see the ex in her natural habitat, captioning a photo of brunch with 'Sunday funday.'" Then I found it. A photo from August 2019. Her at som...