You can spend, minutes, hours, days, weeks or even months over-analyzing a situation; trying to put the pieces together, justifying what could've, would've happened - or you can just leave the pieces on the floor and move the fuck on.

You know what? I choose to move the fuck on. It may take time, but I'll get over you. I still want you, as a friend. But you know I'm through falling for you. I'm through wanting you. 'Cause you're a jerk sometimes. And I want someone who doesn't hurt me even though he does it as a joke. I want a guy who doesn't insult me half the time. I want a guy who respects my privacy. I want a guy.. who's not YOU.