I’m doing just fine. I go out on the weekends and I dance with strangers like it doesn’t remind me of you. I laugh with new friends and the smell of jasmine no longer makes me think of your perfume. I no longer remember how the lights from those tungsten stars reflected in your eyes. And guess what, I can smile brighter now and I’ve even forgotten the way your hand fit seamlessly into mine. I can go home alone, turn up the TV and drown out every single memory of you.