I have moved on from you. Not to someone new, no I couldn't do that yet. I am not capable to put my happiness in someone else's hands. But what I am capable to do is go to bed without having the need to grieve over you. I can see you and not think what I did for you to break my heart. I have healed myself into a stronger-better me. A me I like better than who I was before. I have matured into someone who see's the world for good and approaches everything with a beaming smile and a warm heart. A heart that has been crushed into millions of pieces and stomped on. But it healed. I healed.
