I'm watching Grey's and usually in love scenes and longing scenes my heart aches. Not just in Grey's but in all shows. My heart doesn't ache today though. It can't ache.
It's been exactly 2 years, 8 months, 2 weeks and 5 days since everything went down with sofa king. Which means 2 years, 8 months, 2 weeks and 3 days since number twelve and I officially broke up. And somehow, today it doesn't hurt. It doesn't hurt because there is absolutely nothing left of me to hurt. I have him everything I had.
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