A break up. A break up that was expected from days before. A break up I thought, "I can easily move on, like my previous heartbreak," but no, I thought wrong.
Day by day, I go around telling people that I'm okay, I feel better, how I finally have the freedom I deserved. Day by day, I still stuck to him.
I say I had moved on and had another guy in mind, knowing I have not. I cannot seem to admit the fact that I have not moved on. I feel attatched, I was too attatched.
