...Over time people volunteered their own breakup stories and some are far far worse than yours and again you realize you have absolutely nothing to feel sad about, not really.
And subtly, so subtly you don't even notice you've become yourself again.
And one day, out of nowhere, that girl you met running invites you out and you notice a certain birthmark on her shoulder but you don't mention it, and you stop sleeping and eating and whatever music you're listening to at the moment will be so tied to her that in twenty years someone will play that song again just for a second you'll remember exactly how you feel now.
Music starts to sound good again, food starts to taste good again. God what was all that about before, why were you being such a pussy?
Before long, the two of you are hanging out every other day and you can't remember the last time you felt so alive. Is this what you're meant to be doing all along or maybe you're just repeating the same dumb pattern again, but god it feel incredible.
Maybe the whole thing is just some stupid gamble but you don't care. You didn't care last time, because right now, you're sure of it. More sure than anything ever, and anyone that tells you otherwise is an idiot.
That nothing can ever ruin this and nothing can ever ruin this and nothing can ever ruin this and nothing can ever ruin this and nothing can ever ruin this and nothing can ever ruin this and nothing can....
