I met him last night, the guy who is supposed to come along and save me from you. I kissed him last night, the guy who is supposed to make me forget about you and help me to want to move on. He says all the right things. He tells me how beautiful I am and how I am one of a kind. He makes me feel special and makes sure that I know he wants to spend time with me. This is what I had been waiting for, the new guy to sweep me off my feet and make me feel those butterflies again. He does and I am extremely attracted to him. I am so lucky that he has come into my life. People say the only real way to move on from someone is to find someone new…. Why is it that when he left last night I broke down crying because it wasn’t you walking through that door and it wasn’t you I was kissing.