I was over him.
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,
the constant wondering
what she had that I didn't,
why she was so much better than me.
I was finally almost completely okay.
But then we started talking again.
I remembered how funny you are,
how cute you are when you're trying to flirt,
because let's face it,
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?"
I was over him.
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