Okay, letting go sucks, and I definitely suck at it. I checked his status a couple times admittedly. I half stopped that now. I had started moving forward. In my heart of hearts I know we weren't meant to be together. I am more of the domineering type, I have no sense of apology, I shut people out, I act like a total bitch and I like things that go super fast. He on the other hand had his life set out, he was an amazing person, he didn't like things that go super fast, he only knew white from black. There was no grey area. And I am a grey area. From what I can tell, his girlfriend is a white area and perfect for him. So trust me when I say I was ecstatic for him, and heartbroken for myself. But who cares right?
I moved through my days, concentrating on things like school, dances, all the major stresses that needed attention. I am surviving. I survived.
Little things seemed pointless. So did the big things. Days slowly blended into weeks. But I seemed to care less and less which was a good thing. Going to gym became easy, it became a form of therapy. I stopped checking his status, I stopped thinking about him and I started to move on. I was happy, and nothing was going to stop me.
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RomansaSo I’ve started to realise that all love stories, all good love stories that stick with you, involve a boy and a girl, or a girl and a girl, or definitely a boy and a boy, who love each other so very deeply that the world ceased to handle that vast...
