The Breakup Journey (A Story For The Heartbroken)

Part Seven

Day forty-five:

I actually think a new chapter is finally starting for me.

I'm finally starting to allow myself to find other guys attractive and worth talking to, nothing serious, but having  a friendly crush on good guys was a start to break free from this prison he put me in.
I'm laughing again with my class, going back to the old me.
I heard a lot of "it's good to have you back" from my friends, my classmates, and even my teachers.
My goals now weren't to build my future around him anymore, but around myself. I learned that I need to treat myself just as well as I treated him back when he was my lover.

Love is good, if you start by loving yourself.

I have even reactivated my social media accounts, because I believe in myself and I know I can be strong enough not to let anything get to me nor allow him to control my life anymore, I won't go out of my way to avoid him, I'll just pass right next to him and not even flinch.

All along I thought I needed him, but turns out, I just really needed myself.

Day fifty: Friday 24th June, 2016

Today, I realized he blocked me from some of his accounts, so I did the same to him, I removed him from every place he didn't remove me from. At first it did bother me that he did that, but in less than an hour I completely forgot about it and went back to normal. He wasn't going to ruin another good week for me, not anymore. He already ruined my life since the beginning of this year, I'm not going to allow him to do any more damages to me.

I'm glad things are changing,

I'm glad I'm changing.

What a coincidence was it that on a Friday he left me, and fifty days later, I have left him on a Friday too. I'm now not only healing, but moving on too, I can feel myself losing interest in him, in his news, in everything that has to do with him. The memories don't hurt anymore; in fact they feel old, like those memories happened to me 2 years ago and not 2 months ago. Perhaps I was too stubborn to allow myself to wake up from this fairytale he put me in. I now remember everything, how it all started, how he was the one who used to say he was so madly in love with me and that's why I let my guards down. I remember who I was before I was with him, the free wild girl who couldn't care about anything and who was truly happy.

He took that away from me.

He locked me in this little prison and brought nothing but sadness and fear into my life, and I willingly and foolishly became his puppet

But no more. I'm becoming my own person again and I stopped building my life around him. I'm happy, I'm moving on, and most importantly, I've surrounded myself with great people which I'm beyond thankful for.