She didn't cry, or eat ice cream and throw darts at his face like most other girls would. In fact, she didn't feel any particular emotion at all. Just empty.
On one hand, she had let go of her first love, her first relationship, and there was no way to get it back. On the other hand, it wasn't worth it to stay with him any longer, and she was glad she had decided to part ways with him.
Sure, she was forgetful, but she never forgot about the moments they spent together and how happy they were then.
She was clumsy, but she was always careful with her feelings and his.
She was stubborn, but she gave in, when she said she'll never fall in love.
She was indecisive, but she never thought twice-she loved him.
She still does, but only the old him, not the one who left her behind when he promised he wouldn't.
