Don’t see him. Don’t call or text, send a Facebook message, or email. Don’t ‘like’ or comment on his status or photos. Don’t so much as look at his photos. Don’t listen to the song he sent you a link to, and if you do, don’t listen to the lyrics. They don’t contain a secret message.
Don’t write a letter, or do what one of my dearest friends did and send him pistachios in the post. Or cashews, or almonds, or any other kind of dried goods. I know you probably hadn’t thought of doing it, but just in case.
Don’t do what I almost did and give him a birthday present… four months after the event, because you saw something you know he’d really like.
And don’t do what I probably will and give it to him for Christmas instead.
Read Wendy Cope’s brilliant poem ‘Two Cures for Love’ here.