It doesn't hurt me anymore, how it did when I loved you.
The echo of bitter regret, no longer creates stories in my dreams.
I no longer get nervous when I think of your playful smile.
I can't even remember the feeling of excitement I got when you entered the room.
The willingness to admire all of your jokes, disappeared along with the sink hole that I felt in my stomach with every laugh.
I can't imagine ever even having the thought cross my mind that you were ever going to love me back, but I guess it is my fault for never telling you how I felt.
But it doesn't matter.
It doesn't hurt anymore.
Love isn't right if it hurts.