I don't remember if it was before or after, when I told you about her. I described her and you listened to me. You listened to all of me in the way that only exes may.
I described us. We stood together talking; we stood together and I spoke of her as you listened. You listened while I spoke. I spoke of her and you listened and you looked at me. You looked at me and said, 'I don't approve'.
I asked you why and you only said, 'I don't know. I just don't approve.' And, you were right, in the way that only exes can be.
