““I think I’m finally over you breaking my eight-year-old heart.” She walks up to me. “I’m no longer wishing erectile dysfunction, incurable halitosis, or hairy moles on your face.” She pats my face with her hand while I smile at her. “I didn’t really break your heart, did I?” “Um, yeah, yeah, you did. You called me bratty, and you were an asshole. But you’ll be happy to know that I’ve forgiven you.””
