Over the last few months, I often wondered how you know when you’re really over someone. Because it’s easy to fool yourself on a good day, only to feel sad again on a bad one.
Yesterday I woke up a year older, and maybe a little wiser. My friend that moved from Houston to San Francisco came in from the city to spend the day with me. As we caught up, the answer to that question was finally clear – It’s when you’re asked about them and can’t remember the last time you thought of them. And, when you do remember, you realize even that was nothing more than a fleeting thought, void of feelings good or bad. Then, you rack your brain trying to figure out what it was you even liked about them in the first place, and breathe a huge sigh of relief when you come up empty.
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Yesterday was so much fun — one of the best birthdays ever. Blaine jumped out of the car with his big smile, blue eyes, and great energy. I knew right then it was going to be an awesome day. We ate and drank too much, and laughed until our stomachs hurt. There’s nothing better than hanging with someone you can be yourself around.
We spent way too much time organizing my birthday party, and thought we were the funniest two people on the planet.
He tried to one-up my mad art skills.
As we drank out of fancy glasses like adults.
I spent most of the day looking over his head as he talked, without having to explain that I was still listening.
Blaine left and I went to bed way too early for a birthday girl. Which is probably why I was wide awake at 2:30 in the morning. I chatted with a friend for an hour or so, then lied in bed watching movies until the sun came up and my eyes finally closed.
I fell back asleep hard, although I’m pretty sure I was still smiling.
The sun is out for the first time, so I’m off to explore this beautiful day. Thanks for all the birthday wishes. I am the luckiest.