I thought I was okay. I thought I was over it. Well not over it perusay in the sense that I was done loving you. The almost opposite; I thought that I was strong enough to love her and you and her for you. That my love for you was strong enough that if I wasn't enough than I was glad she was and it was okay. it is okay one way or another but you are occupying my thoughts again and you hadn't in the same way for awhile which kept on the "I'm okay" feeling. The "I'm happy for him" feeling. But what the fuck. I could say your name. I could talk about the past. I could see the new pictures of you and your new love if I wanted. But now it stings again. Why does it stings again? What changed? I thought being almost 500 miles away would help.
