Lately, I am finding out way too many things about myself bit by bit. I have to admit I am not a fan of this development.
I never think about Ross anymore. NEVER.
Except for when I need a pick-me-up.
A little flirting after a tiring day, a little sex pre an exam I am not prepared for, a little mush talk during my period, a little hug when I have a fever.... just that!
He does not pass my mind at all. I have become the epitome of detachment; even for him.
It makes you think how time changes things and people. Change is a funny thing. You never quite know how and when it's happening until one day you look at yourself and wonder how you got here. I am doing some serious looking-at-myself on and off.
Discoveries may not always be pleasant.
The 'getting over', as it were, doesn't make me a bad person I know. It has been a hundred years (to say the least!).
But the selfish use? That can't be adding brownie points to my karma chart?
But then, what is?