The conversation was awkward at first, but, slowly we melted into it. He told me about his adventures in America. The fast food places, movies, people he met, weird things he saw at the stores, the different school systems, etc. But the person he couldn't stop talking about was some girl he met named Momo.

The dark, almost amber, shade of her eyes, her long black silky hair, her gorgeous smile, her long eyelashes, her intelligence. It was obvious that he liked her, especially since his eyes were glowing with passion as he talked about her.

"Shoto," I blurted, cutting him off from finishing another sentence about her.

"Yeah?" He hummed in response.

"Do you like her?" His eyes widened, not much though. He wasn't too shocked. It was like he was anticipating this question and already had an answer.

"Yeah," he responded again, only this time my heart stopped. Just a little.

"I see. Congrats," I congratulated him, voice shaking a little. I was happy for him. I wanted everything for him. Even if it meant that he moved on without me and was happier that way.

"Thanks," he smiled gratefully at that. I think he knew what I was thinking. It was good that he moved on. Now it would be easier for me.

We continued talking about our lives, not acknowledging our past failed relationship. It was like I earned those three years back, only I wasn't in them. I was happy that he was happy with his new life.

Even if it was a life without me.