Two weeks has passed and I am still here. Crying out loud. I don't even have any thoughts to get out from this grieving. Everyday since that day, I feel like a living dead body.
I breath.
I eat.
I work.
I talk.
But when the sun set down and the moon is in charge, I sit down at the same corner of my room.
Crying.
Ring your number hopelessly, even though I know that it will not get through.
People said that I should stop crying over you. I should move on because life must go on.
It is true.
But they didn't tell me how.
How could I stop crying over you and move on when moving on means forgetting?
How could I forget everything?
Your trace is everywhere.
In every movies that we watched together.
In every songs that we listened together.
In every phrases that you taught me.
Even a single random word could remind me of you.
I could spend more than a whole day to talk about things that would remind me of you.
Now tell me, how could I not think about you?
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Broken Heart Journal
PoesíaJournal of a girl who is going through break up. While you're reading this story, please wish her a happy life and a stronger heart. Thank you.
