For me, I always fancied the people I lost touch with as living full and happy lives. Sure, if we’d parted on hostile terms, I might’ve held a grudge for a little bit, but my sentimentality always took over at some point and I’d start dreaming them up as having beautiful houses, loving partners, children, fulfilling travels, and everything and anything they always wanted. Social media made it so tempting, in times of emotional vulnerability, to look up the people who were both dead and alive at once.
