Her friend asks, "How do you know when you're over him?"
"I think," she says, "it's when you stop remembering the little things he'd do to make you smile, or how you'd fall asleep with the phone at your ear, talking about nothing and everything at once. It's when your stomach stops dropping at the sound of his favorite song on the radio, or when you can watch his favorite movie without imagining him there beside you."
"It's when you feel indifferent at the thought of him, when the only thought you have when your mother mentions him is to hope he's doing well. It's when the sweatshirt he left on the chair in your room stops suffocating you in your sleep, and when you stop wishing he was there whenever it's 11:11."
"Instead," she breathes, a small smiling gracing her lips, "it's when you start to wish for your own happiness, for unsolicited smiles that have nothing to do with the thought of him."
"So, have you gotten over him?"
She pauses for a moment, biting her lip as she considers this.
"Well," she replies, "not really. But I'm getting there."
"I'll be there soon, I think."
"for unsolicited smiles that have nothing to do with the thought of him"
ReplyDeletealso I've never read anything more true
This is really beautiful. And captures a lot.
ReplyDeleteI know hans already quoted this but "unsolicited smiles that have nothing to do with the though of him",
ReplyDeletegold sam.
ps still happy you were in my dream last night
this is the best format ever. this was so good sam. i loved it so much. serious.
ReplyDeleteI am jealous of your mad skills
ReplyDeleteJust found this post and I think it is exactly what I wanted to read tonight
ReplyDeletethis is the best thing i've ever read.
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