ran into my ex at a coffee shop this morning. she was already there when I walked in. we did that pause — the one where you both see each other and decide if you're going to pretend you didn't. she waved first. we talked for like ten minutes. it was fine. better than fine actually. she's doing well. I'm glad. I think sometimes you don't realize how much weight you've been carrying until someone walks away from it and neither of you picks it back up.
