Zestful One

Its exactly six mths since that day.

I realize it doesn’t hurt anymore. Certain songs don’t make me teary and feel like wallowing in self pity. I can talk about it without feeling a deep pang in my heart. I can laugh about all the silly things we did – remember the glitter on the carpet? And also the tampon incident? My insane craving to have bbq chicken wings?

I’ve moved on, and I hope you have as well. Perhaps you still refuse to be friends. Maybe you want to. Its okay, it doesn’t matter anymore. Either way, I wish for nothing but the best things in life for you.

~ Me