"So you're over him?" my friend asked, sipping on her coffee. I hesitated and looked out the window of the cafe.
"I don't have any feelings for him. Hell, if he ever asked me back, I'll say no and walk the other way. But I can't take the staircase where I first told him I loved him or go to that restaurant he took me. I can't sit on the bench outside the school where he first kissed me. I think I am, then I'm reminded of us, and I'm not okay for minutes."
