I finally realized that I was over you when I quit going to places for the possibility that you'd be there. I used to go to the grocery store around the corner from your old apartment hoping you'll be there. I used to convince myself to stop in the store because maybe you were buying bottles of Gatorade. I used to sit in the passenger seat of my bestfriends car as she drove past the school that we both attended together because maybe you were in the gym late working on a couple of basketball moves that you wanted to use for your next game. It brought me solace just seeing where you were and where you might be, feeling like I was still connected enough to you to know that. (Mostly, I just hoped that you'd see me and want me again). But while I'm over you, i'm not quite past it yet. I think of you often, undesired moments triggered when Frank Ocean comes on the radio and I can not listen to it. Of course there are bad days too, where I'm so overwhelmed with sadness and longing that I can not help but break down and cry. Not because I miss you, necessarily, but because I miss what we used to be. I cry for a love that died years ago... So I'm not completely moved on. Maybe I never will be. But... I don't desperately want you back, either. I call that PROGESS.