November 2009
I’m wrapped in his sweater, but i wish it was hers.
I was in his arms, but I wish they were yours.
My ex and I actually talked today. Over the internet, mind you, but still. We were talking. But not in the same way as before. All the harsh words were gone. All the bitter feelings we left eachother with blew away in the last storm. We were talking, like friends. All the feelings I felt for him in the past were gone. They didn’t come flooding back like I expected. This is good.
