I spent the night with him. For the first time ever. Even though I was over the idea of him. And, when finally--it just didn’t feel like anything important. It didn't feel like anything. With no future, and no past; it just was, we just were. Together. Beside each other.
Or maybe, the fact that it felt so meaningless confirms that I have in fact moved on and that I was in fact held back by the idea of, but perhaps no longer am. It confirmed progress, I think.
