I was doing great.
I was doing wonderful.
It had been 9 months, 3 days, and......14 hours since we had last said goodbye and we had really meant it.
9 months, 3 days, and 14 hours since we danced our last dance and my heart broke that one last time.
I had moved on.
That's why it didn't hurt as much when I saw him on TV, or whenever I heard his songs on the radio.
We are forever over, and I have accepted this.
I know he is doing better without me holding on to him. He even tells me how well when I get that occasional "hello" voicemail because I still wasn't able to bring myself to talk to the "real" Nick since that faithful dance. I was afraid he might say that something that will make the pain real again and make me want all that we were again regardless of what I knew would happen in the end...again.
I was doing okay again. My heart didn't hurt anymore when I thought of him and all that he must be doing without me.
That is until I answered the phone one hour ago.
That is until I forgot to check the caller ID this one time.
That is until he told me the one thing I thought I had wanted for him in the first place.
That is until he told me he had found happiness and her name wasn't Laney.
That is until he told me happiness wasn't me anymore.