Moving on- these two words are known to be the best escape from heartbreaks. From the simplest to the most unbearable pain we have, this phrase entails those moments. As if telling us that there is a fine line connecting happiness and pain, and at the end of the string, moving forward awaits.
As days pass by, I am trying. I am doing my best to make even a step forward. But, how could I possibly make progress if I am now almost forgetting how to breathe and live? How could I get going if I am already shattered into tiny pieces? Worst, I feel my world has already collapsed; like there is no tomorrow that lies ahead and that it is only darkness I am with.
Could I really uproot and start over when the screaming truth is saying that I have just lost someone I really love? Or rather, it is continuing without? I really don't know. Things are blurry. And I am now a hunted ship with no compass and lights in the middle of the dark dancing ocean. The only thing that's left in me is a diary- writings that tell us about the tale of our love.
