I've finally moved on. Months of torture and trying to feel whole once again, and finally feeling so. And all thanks to the guy that never asked me out. The guy who's there when I wake up having a panic attack and tells me its fine, and that everything's okay. The guy who makes sure I'm sleeping peacefully before falling asleep himself. The guy that has pick up the prices if me that I haven't yet. So don't text me, telling me you're sorry. Don't even think about it. Don't think about telling me your not over me, when you're the one who left. You can't get mad at me for leaving, when you're the one who said goodbye in the first place.
