How you know you're over it

You're walking down the sidewalk, a box containing the shirt your roommate made you buy, and you're so happy you did because you're going to wear it for your birthday party and look fabulous, especially with your freshly dyed hair, under your arm. A couple of feet to your right, you see your ex engaged in conversation with a girl. He nods. You smile and give a little wave with your free hand. You make your way down the block to Duane Reade to buy Neosporin, not knowing there are actually three tubes of it in the medicine cabinet. This, you'll find out later. As you walk down the block, you're smiling. You think to yourself, "Good for him."