She’s just trash. If I were in a situation like that, I would probably treat her like a queen, buy her flowers and profess my love to her on a regular basis. Interweave myself into every daily ritual she has. Everything she enjoys, I’ll make memories with her doing those things. Never fight with her. Always give her her way if it’s possible. Kiss her forehead every night before she goes to sleep and every morning when she wakes up. I would treat her twice as good as I’d want to be treated. Exactly one year and 7 months later, I’d arrange a “just because” lovers day out with her. I’d tell her I have so many surprises in store for her. I’d leave early and arrange a scavenger hunt of notes, directing her from place to place around the city. She’d follow each one, but when she gets to the last location, there wouldn’t be a note waiting. There wouldn’t be anything or anyone. She would probably look around for a while, eventually give up and go home. I’d be long gone, but I’d leave all of my things. All this time, I was building a new life somewhere else, and the day out was just a reason for her to not be at home when I packed all my essentials and left. I’d wipe out my phone of everything except the pics of us having fun, and I’d leave it on the dresser, still charging.
I would have had a different phone with a different number for months by then. I would wait until I’m at my new place for good to turn off the old phone, so that if she called me while she thinks I’m waiting for her somewhere, it would still ring and I could encourage her to keep looking for notes and give her fake clues as to where to go or what to do. I’d make sure she’d suspect nothing. I’d make sure that once I’m gone, I’m still there. My stuff is still there. She can’t look anywhere without thinking of me. All those little parts I played in her rituals will now be missing and empty. She can’t do anything without thinking of me. The way I treated her and the love I showed, I was setting the bar so high that it’s nearly impossible to find someone who can measure up to me, so you’ll NEVER be happy with anything less, and even if you do find someone who measures up, they’ll remind you of me. Anything they say, I’ll have already said. Anything they do, I’ll have already done. She’d never know why. She’d never have closure. I would haunt her and follow her while getting on with my life. If she ever found me, I’d pretend she was crazy and that I don’t know her, that must have been someone else. Lol but that’s just what I would do