"How do you know when it's over?" she asked. "Like really over." "Probably when you're more in love with the memories than the person you made the memories with." I told her, lifting my bottle back up to my cold lips.
"Hi, it's me again. The pathetic guy who just got dumped, if that jogs your memory. If talking is still on the table I'd love to take you up on that offer...text me back"
That was all it took to start a frienship but many late night conversations will start something else....