endings...

and there it was, the proof I was looking for. We never were, and we will never be, but I did fall in love with you and I am over you. I spoke with someone we both know today; it was rather unexpected but welcome nonetheless. I was told you are now back in that place I believe is home to you, with your new (ish) son. And unsurprisingly, it did not hurt, not at all, unlike that invitation two years ago. I'm happy for you really.

you.

Cleaning out my inbox at 1 in the morning, I run across your emails. I still can't bring myself to delete them. The same goes for the text messages you sent me. I have changed phones twice but I transfer the messages and keep them saved every time. Pathetic I know but what can you do? I'm supposed to be over you, I am over you. So why do I save these scraps of memories, these tokens of attention wrung unwillingly from you?