Move On

Moving on

that one sentence can be so difficult for us. Saying it is easy, but when it comes to doing it, it's like your whole body rejects to the idea of moving on.

It didn't matter if he was nice, or a total asshole. We still can't move on that easily.

Is it because humans always want what they can't have? The more we don't have it the more we think we want it but when we have it again, we go back to our normal behaviour.

I can't wait for that day

I can't wait for the day I can finally say "I'm over you!" and just skip along. But until that day comes, all I do is try to remember to good times I have with that special someone. Even though we had more bad times than the good times, the bad times starts disappearing from your mind and only the good ones are left.

When we want to text them cause we miss them badly, our brain goes "go on, there's no harm in texting him". And then we do......aaannddd then we regret it cause usually he doesn't reply the way you want him to.

Everyday we try to avoid thinking about him. Going out with friends, if you can 24/7, so that you don't have the time to sit down in an empty room and start thinking about him and start stalking his social media profiles.

When will I stop loving him?

A question on every girl's mind when her heart is torn into pieces. When nobody has the answer to it, and all we are left is that empty aching feeling inside. We can't eat, can't sleep, and all we want to do is to be in his arms.

Damn, love is pathetic.