“Do you think you can get over him?”
“No,” came my reply so spontaneously, I scared myself. Like I didn’t have to think about it. I looked at myself in the mirror, wondering where the fuck it came from. The sound of the flush at the background broke my reverie. The water had stopped running, but my hands were still under the tap. I pressed down the tap again &reached for more soap. That was the third time I washed my hands. I didn’t even use the toilet, really.
“I think you can,” Zaf said, as she got out of the cubicle to wash her hands. “I think you can get over him.”
She sounded so sure that I almost believed her. Thing is, I don’t wanna get over him. He really is the best thing to have ever happen to me.
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