She moved on, and
I feel sorry for you,
because she thought
you were the most amazing boy ever.
If she could have had any guy
in the world,
she still would have picked you.
Now, you’re just
another part of her past,
a memory more faded every day.
And someday, she’ll find the one
she deserves, and he will make her
the happiest girl in the world.
the worst part is the backlash. the blank, why can’t you just get over it stares. the tears that have become so meaningless you forget what they mean. the forgetting. the way it’s been five hundred thirty nine days and counting and you’re still not over it the way you wish you could be. how you should be over it completely. how it isn’t even a big deal. how this happens every day and people move on and you can’t seem to. how you have so much going for you but you keep letting this hold you back. that’s the worst part, the most disheartening part of watching your heart heal and break: the part that kicks you when you’re down, the part that tells you you’ll never get better, the wishing you were someplace else being sad about something different, something that actually matters.