It was never the person you were in love ("love" is used VERY loosely here) with, but rather the concept of him. And even though you knew in you shallow mind that, it really was only the concept you like, only his looks and interests that enthralled you- and that you only needed one ugly facet of him to snap you out of this trance that you had so simply immersed yourself in- it really didn't stop you from obsessing over him. It really didn't stop you wishing you'd share more smiles and hungry eyes with him. It didn't stop you wishing that you'd bump into him every time you walked to work. It didn't stop you smiling every time you imagined him smiling. It didn't stop you cringing every time you'd think about your drunken escapades around him. Because in your head he was a huge mountain, a massive black spot clouding your thoughts and interrupting transmission. But now appearances have changed, and you've seen his ugly. So now when he ignores you now, and you don't really mind, because you never ever get caught in his pretty again. Thank God he's out of your head.
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