Things About Ben

It Isn't You Anymore

I'm getting over you.
For the first time, I'm actually getting over you.
You don't occupy my thoughts.
You don't make me collapse in despair.
Your torture effects me no longer.
And it is because of him. And how he is everything that you weren't.
He's funny.
He's nice.
He's Christian.
He's sweet.
He's sane.
He makes me happy.
He wants to take me on an actual date.
You never took me on a date. You just wanted to get into trouble in the backseat of your car.
He doesn't want to be intimate. He doesn't like sending pictures.
And yesterday, I had to put toothpaste on my face to control my acne breakout while we were video chatting, and he didn't want me to be embarrassed because he'd been there before...
So he went to the bathroom
And put toothpaste on his face as well.
You wouldn't have done that for me. It wouldn't have even crossed your mind.
With him, I feel like me. I'm not worried about wearing makeup or doing my hair.
And I know he feels the same, because he wasn't embarrassed to tell me he still plays Roblox.
So what did we do? We spent an afternoon playing Roblox together while on the phone.
And you know, I was happier in those few hours than I ever was with you.
He wants to do things the old fashioned way. He wants to date, and actually date. He wants to ask me to be his girlfriend only after he takes me out on a date. He wants to do all the sweet things that you didn't.
He's amazing. And he's a hell of a lot cuter than you.
He's everything. You're nothing.
God, I feel so happy.