He told me what I could only assume was the truth. That he had cried three tears over me. I dont know what made him say it, or confess that he had gotten over me a year previously at that moment. Perhaps he thought it would cheer me up. That I was in a lousy mood, so he may as well tell me that he used to love me, and use the past tense in a strikingly conspicuous manner.

It didnt make me cheerier. In fact, having the guy I was in love with tell me that he was over me was just about the icing of the bittersweet cake that was my day.

Three tears. How sweet.

I’ll bet he cried four over her.