Over you

I was over you. Our almost-but-not-quite, imagine-what-we-could-have-been, sneaking-kisses-and-calls-when-no-one-else-knew Something. You're with someone, I'm with someone. 

I thought I was over you. 

Until today, when we walked our walk again, spending hours catching up, riffing off each other, and laughing til our sides hurt. Sharing unexpected moments of magic.

Turns out, I'm not as over you as I thought. 

So I sit and stare into the fire, as I feel the tears drip down my face. "No, no, I'm fine. Don't worry, just tired, that's all."

I'm not over you at all.