I have to get over you. For months now, a stone had been sitting on my
heart. I shed tears over you, lost a lot of sleep, eaten a
lot of chocolate. Somehow, I have to move on. Life would be dismal if I
didn't shake loose from the grip you have on my heart. I most definitely
didn't want to keep feeling this way, alone in a relationship meant for
two. Even if you feel like The One. Even if I wanted us to last. Even if you still have a choke chain on my heart.
The funny thing about a broken heart is that it's not fatal. Though you
wish in vain that it were, life continues on and you have no choice but
to continue on with it. You take the hand that fate has dealt you and
you press forward because there is nothing else that can be done.
