It has been seven months and five days since I last saw him. Last time was the day we broke up. I never thought it would that be easy. I thought I could not handle seeing him again. But I did. And I did good. And damn, it was proof that I have moved on. Saw him enter McDonald's while my friend and I were gossiping as usual. Then add this to the scene: He is with his bf who he chose over me. Still I did good. Talked to him a bit about what he is up to and that's about it. He went on to the counter to give their orders and they took the table where he and I used to sit before. But still, I did good. Handled everything like a boss. Face palm not needed. All was well. It was a good night :)