one month

it's been a month and I

don't think of you beyond thinking I'm not thinking of you

anymore.


it's been a month and I

met three boys I like who like me too, but I remain

single.


it's been a month and I

can say "I love you" in three different languages, but haven't said it

yet.


it's been a month and I

am happy and brave and strong and living the life

without you.


but, yesterday, I broke my vow for silence.

After a month, I

let go of my pride and sent you a note

"Hey. How are you? I'm fine, hope you are too."

And within minutes received a reply

"Hey. Thanks, I'm fine too."

And I felt so profoundly numb,

so inexplicably confused,

because


it's been a month and I

think I just might be beginning to be over

you.


The End

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