I am completely over you. I don't know how it happened so quickly but it feels absolutely amazing.
As clarification, when I saw the elephant that I knitted for you in your car, ready to give back to me, I felt so hurt. Yes, I had wanted you to throw it away, but when it came down to it, I was sad to see that you didn't care about me. And then, back at your apartment, you threw it with your recycling, and I begged you not to throw it away. But what does it matter now? If anything, I regret making it for you, and having memories of the pattern with you attached to it. Well, what's done is done. Also, I use to pride myself when you told me how different I was from M. But maybe that isn't so great because the truth is she broke your heart and you're still pining after her. As for me? I'm just a stupid girl who made some bad choices.
