I still am obsessed about her. I still think about her. I still love her. But maybe, just maybe, I am finally over her.
I dreamed of her last night. I dreamed that she was coming on the me. The new guy was in the background, yet she still threw herself at me. She said that I was her dada. I rebutted that I wasn't anymore. She left. I didn't wake up crying. Maybe, just maybe, I can finally say that I am over her.
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