He made the decision and I am fine and happy but still feel like a schmuck and unable to trust human beings and I just need many, many, many years before he can engage me in small talk.
I need him to stop engaging me in small talk, stop pushing for a friendly coffee catch up, stop sending me pictures of things that remind him of me.
He left me. He broke me. Why am I the only one who remembers? I never let things go when we were together, I suppose I never will now that we're not. Apparently I should be more moved on by now, according to his coffee standards (and can I remind you that he doesn't even like coffee? That's all me.). It makes it worse somehow, his capacity to move us from in love to having coffee.
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