by the way...
I hate when you run into an old love interest at some random place in some mismatched outfit with unpainted toenails. As your standing there talking about the weather, you realize there's much more going on then the one dimensional conversation you two are pretending to have. You're lips may be moving but you're really just trying to figure out what happened, who hurt who more, who stopped calling and where things got iffy. It's at that point you want to end the mindless banter, and whisper...
i never did quite get over you.
i never did quite get over you.