"I suppose if I had to be honest," he started.
Pause.
"I think I'm happy for you."
"You think?" she questioned, with one eyebrow hitched. "What does that even mean?"
"Well," he tried,
"I think you look happy. Happy-er. Happier. And though I still miss you in the odd places, I guess I'm happy you've moved on."
Her mouth opened ever so lightly, he quickly continued before she had a chance to retort.
"What I meant was, not that you were ever hung up over me. But move on as in, you know, like I think perhaps one day we'll be able to be friends again. You know? Kinda just sit down and drink a coffee without that uncomfortable silence or urge to run away from each other."
She thought about it for abit.
"Meh.", she mehed.
He wanted to say something else, but perhaps things were better left unspoken sometimes. He debated with himself for some time, before finally conceeding.
"Meh's fine. Meh's just fine with me."
. Arigato .
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