Here comes the moment when I feel better without you than with you.

The first crush has passed, and it turns out that there is absolutely nothing behind it. Brut is no longer as intoxicating as it once was at night on the embankment. Your eccentricities that once seemed sweet are irritating, your hugs are no longer passionate, and your words are bitter on the tongue. In general, all we have done lately is argue and sort things out, but we just needed to break up.

Here comes the moment when I feel better without you than with you.