I think I'm finally moving on from you.
I can hear our song on the radio,
and not burst into uncontrollable tears.
[but the achy is still in my chest]
I think I'm finally getting better.
I can see you with someone else,
and not hate her immediately.
[but I still feel slightly nauseous]
I think I'm finally getting over you.
I can look at old pictures,
without wanting to burn them.
[but sometimes I still shed a tear or two]
I don't miss you anymore.
[but I miss what we had]