So (honestly) I didn’t even remember today was v-day. UNTIL my ex called me up. Yup. He found himself in possession of my new number, and decided to call me. Why? I’m not really sure. The conversation was really dry, and I mostly only had 1 word answers for him. I was wondering what I would feel like when I finally spoke to him again. I wasn’t sure if I’d be angry, or if I would still feel like I love him. But to my surprise…I felt nothing. I almost couldn’t wait for him to say “good-bye”, so that I could get back to more important things. Like sleep, which, he did interrupt even though I told him I was already up. But yeah…it felt really nice to speak to him and not feel a butterfly, or have my heart pitter-patter, or even feel the urge to curse him for being such a lying betrayer. I felt nothing. And nothing, in this case, feels awesome! Happy Valentines Day :)