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People changed.

I’d heard how he’d changed, so not knowing him these days was for the better.

I would push all those thoughts of him aside.

I didn’t need anything more in life. I was happy, and I’d keep telling myself that every day.

Instead of thinking of anything else, I would enjoy my show, my pizza, and my night all on my own.

Jesus, was I pathetic?

Or just feeling lonely?

Whatever it was, I didn’t like it.

Still… I wonder what he’s doing right now.

Bloody hell, where did me not thinking of him go?

The doorbell chimed. If it wouldn’t have been weird, I would have kissed the hell out of the pizza delivery person for dragging me from my depressing thoughts. Instead, I gave them a huge smile and retreated to the sofa, pizza in hand, to indulge in brain-numbing TV.

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