What will hurt the most is when he finds someone new.

Thinking about it makes me realize how NOT fine with this I am. Yet. I feel fine for the most part. I don't cry like a little baby at the thought of him not being with *me* anymore, though if I'm feeling wimpy to begin with it can get to me... Get me thinking along the lines of him finding a new lover and my soul breaks into a thousand tiny razor-sharp shards that tear up my insides where my heart used to be and make me let out a pathetic psychic wimper and a few slow, painful tears. I guess I'll know I'm over him when that thought doesn't hurt anymore.

This will take a while, but I'll make it one day.