Ghosting.

Perhaps you have never heard of the term, but I’m fairly convinced you or someone you know has been on the sending or receiving end of the action.

Ghosting.

You know, it’s when you meet someone, hit it off great and text every day until one day they decide to stop texting back. What started off so beautifully stops so abruptly and for no apparent reason. All communication is cut off like you never mattered enough for them to take the time to give you an explanation.

Then the waiting and the wondering begin. Was it the emojis? Was it my awkward sense of humor? Was he just busy?

At first, I thought it was just me. As I brought up the topic to other women, however, I realized I was one of many who had been wounded by a "ghost."

Boys (I call you this because you do not deserve the title of men) stop ghosting women. It’s a cheap trick that belongs to the shallow amateurs. Be men, be clear and don’t be cowards.

What goes through your head? Don’t we deserve the dignity of closure? Just communicate, I beg you. Tell us you’re not interested anymore. We’re big girls; we can handle it. Most of us, I mean.

Our generation seems to have a problem with communicating feelings. We can text, Snapchat, FaceTime and tweet each other when there’s a problem but somehow when it comes down to the face-to-face communication, we’re clueless. Perhaps if we were upfront with things, we wouldn’t have to resort to underhand methods such as ghosting.

I don’t like ghosting, I don’t like it one bit. Perhaps it’s because I overthink everything. Mostly, it’s because I deserve better. We deserve better, and so do you. Can we stop ghosting, please?

Sincerely,

The girl you ghosted