Don't think about Elephants

It’s been two years, and I thought that I had gotten over him. I used to think that on a regular basis. But a couple of times a year, I get very emotional and recognise that I don’t seem to have made any progress whatsoever.

Looking at him makes me want to throw up. It also melts my heart.

I am going to meet him tomorrow and pretend to be cool.

What a mess.