I felt preposterous enough to realize this now. Yet i felt blissful. Because I suddenly realized it— the way to get over you wasn't by hooking up with some random girl. Or pretending we didn't happen. You and I loved each other. And then you broke my heart. I'd been doing everything possible not to face that fact. I'm gonna kiss somebody someday. And when I do, it'll be for me. Au revoir mes une fois bien-aimé.

My heart settled. Yours?
To Paris; smoochiee.