So remember when you told me you didn’t want a girlfriend?
And remember how a month later you were looking at diamond rings with her?
Yeah, well I just thought I’d let you know that it doesn’t bother me anymore.
Hey, remember when you liked me so much that you would have painted my toenails if I had asked?
I think you would have even painted your own if I would only think of you that way.
And remember when I changed my mind and we kissed and at long last I thought this was it?
But then remember when you changed yours?
Yeah, I don’t think twice about that anymore either.
Remember when the passion was through the roof and you called me every night and I was finally ready to give in to you?
But remember when you stopped calling?
Not that I remember or anything.
And remember when this one was going to be different?
Remember how we were honest, upfront and “smart”?
Then remember when you wanted to be really good friends instead?
If by really good friends you meant not talking again, then you were my best pal.
But yeah, I’m over that too.
In fact, I’m over it all.
I no longer feel hurt or used or that sinking feeling in my stomach when I think of you.
And it certainly doesn’t affect me anymore.
At least not enough to write about it or anything…
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