I'm sooo over you. (Except that I'm not.)

It's been more than 9 months since Ex and I broke up.

I'd like to think that I'm over him. I tell people that I am.

But the truth is, I'm not.

I miss him. A lot.

This week I keep thinking about how we used to lay in bed at night together, in the minutes just before falling asleep. I miss it. Little kisses. Nuzzling. Talking about plans for the next day. Smiles. A little laughter. A tangle of arms and legs.