Usually, when I am in the midst of post-breakup emotional turmoil, I have a couple of songs that seem to go through my head on constant loop: one by Stars, the other an Ella Fitzgerald version of Bewitched. This time, neither.
I think that means I am in good shape. I am not pressed about him. I can glance at his facebook page without feeling anything other than idle curiosity. I do not fear the next time I bump into him somewhere random.
He is in the rearview for me in every way, which makes me very happy.