One morning you wake up, and you feel different. No more longing. No more sadness. Acceptance. You accept. No more hoping theyre coming back. No more crying. No more heart ache. You dont go through old pictures and laugh at memories, wondering when the stranger in them is coming back. You dont constantly daydream about them. You dont drunkenly stare at their contact in your phone with your thumb right over the call button. You just feel empty. Lonely. Heavy. You accept that they will not be in your life again. That they will find someone that they can actually spend the rest of their lives with. And whether theyre happy or not doesnt even matter, because your lives will not intersect again. You are finally free from the sadness. You are finally liberated from the heart break. But happiness is not a part of your new freedom. And thats what kills.