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I'm fine.
When he walks toward me, with an odd air about him.
I'm fine.
When he stops in front of me, what he's about to do clear in his eyes.
I'm fine.
When he apologizes, giving me excuses, telling me it isn't my fault.
I'm fine.
When he says he loves someone else, and that it's over.
I'm fine.
When he walks away, walks to her…
I'm fine.
When he kisses her, holds her, that look of love in his eyes. The look he used to have for me.
I'm fine.
Even when he mouths 'I Love You' to her, even when he's left me in his dust.
I'm fine. I'm always fine.