It has been 4 long years since we met. Fights, quarrels, friendship, caring for each other but what did it end in? Nothing. But shattered remains of my heart. So finally "I love you and you love her". But how is that going to matter for me? Your happiness was all that I longed for. Now you are happy with her and I am happy for you.
I know it has been a lot of time staying in fantasies and now I should move on. Yes, I tried and I thought I succeeded. No calls, no talks, no chats and no more glaring and staring. Everything perfect. But, all my efforts of trying to forget him got broken with his one look. Just a sight of him staring and I gave up on trying to give up on him and started to love him like the very first time.
But not all fairy tales have a perfect ending. Just like before- I WAS ALONE. But this time instead of shouting and showing my tears to the entire world I kept it to myself, my pillow and my bestie- Kim.
After seeing him building his dream with someone else by side, loving and supporting him. I think now it is the time. The time to MOVE ON. It is time for me to move on, after 4 years of chasing. You can never push someone to love you back if he loves someone else, might as well give then the fairy tale, forever, ever after, that they could have than to stop them from reaching that point in their lives and end up hurting.
Now I am satisfied with just looking at him from the crowd instead of dreaming that I could be the one supporting him to the achievements that he is going to achieve. I try. I really do. To be happy for him being with her, instead of thinking that it could be my position.
I don't wanna be selfish anymore. I'm done fighting for the love I cannot have. Might as well support the one you love, love someone else. Even if it hurts. Even if it's hard. Even if in the end you end up crying. Because what matters the most is their happiness.
I walk the roads still with a heavy heart. With that hole inside my chest as big as the sun. But sooner or later I'll learn to close this and find someone else to fill it with love. But for now I am contented. Moving on is a slow process. But I hope at the end of the tunnel every heartache and tears is worth the wait.
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Teen FictionI feel the urge to write, to spill all of my blood over papers, building the empire of my sad madness from the flesh of my heart and the unfinished breaths of my soul. I feel the urge to tear my heart apart and then spread it on paper, write with my...
