I
didn't tear up at the sight of
him
with a girl who wasn't
me. The pain
didn't eat away at me, theconstantwondering what she
had that I didn't,
why she was so much better than
me.
I was finally almostcompletelyokay.
But then we started talking
again.
I remembered how funny you
are, how cute
you are when you're trying to
flirt, because
let'sfaceit,
neither of us know the first thing
about flirting.
And then you asked me that one simple
question.
"Do you ever want to try
again?"
Iwasoverhim.
