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Of Heartbreaks & Moving on...
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Ongoing, First published Jun 13, 2020
After having a 2nd heartbreak in the span of 2 years, I thought there may be something wrong with the way I was dealing with the idea of love. After the first heartbreak, I spent a considerable amount of time mopping,  sulking and hoping things would go back to normal. With a still broken heart, I moved on with someone else, only to have my heart broken all over again. But this time, I was done being glum and cranky. Having had enough of the negatives, I tried a very different approach and here I am, as happy as ever. So here is a collection of my musings that helped me move on...
I hope it helps anyone who needs it right now..

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This would be really boring. You don't need to waste time reading this. Not just boring, it might be even heartbreaking. The story was still going on, and therefore I had no idea whether it would end in a tragedy or not, but I had a feeling it would. And it did. We broke up under the striking, burning sun of 19th September, 2016. I write usually in a monotone description, therefore don't judge if you read this. My name is Rue, and I wish my life could be like the picture I put as a cover of my story, colourful, calm, and with a soulmate who keeps loving me all the way. However, things never happen as what we would like them to happen. I don't love my life, but I want to remember all that once happened. I want to look back one day, when I'm fully grown, and smile or tell my old self right now that I'm dumb. Mostly and lastly, I just want to remember him, the one I very much remember right now, but will fade in times to come. It is already fading now, and I only hope that I can write them all before they disappear from my mind, forever...