Today I discovered something that’s made me happy beyond belief. I’m officially over you. Well for the most part, those tiny little things will still remind me of you, well not so much of you but the times we spent together. So now instead of thinking of you in a loving and familiar way when those tiny things show themselves I just say to myself “oh, cto has that,” and I don’t care anymore.

Before Financial Mathematics, Frank greeted me with a big hug and when he was hugging me I could smell his cologne on his neck, the cologne you wear, that sweet, sweet scent that I loved so much.

No wait, I still love it, but not for you anymore, not for anyone actually. You just have good taste.

I sat for 2 hours  with Franklin just smelling that cologne, and I didn’t think of you once. I thought of how nice it smelled, I thought of smelling it while shopping in Venice and walking through the Louvre, I remembered smelling it at the night market huddling from the rain and I recalled endless English Literature classes. But it doesn’t remind me loving you anymore, because I don’t anymore, and it’s an amazing feeling.

I’m a free bitch baby!