When it all ended, i started to cry. I started to give up on all hope of being happy again. All those sleepless nights, puffy eyes and thoughts of getting you back.

Fast forward to a month later, we are talking again. Trying to fix something broken. Try to make things okay again. But somethings don't ever get fixed. Sometimes, they are meant to be broken and left there forever.

Once again, the same thing happened. The crying, the sleepless night, but this time suicidal thoughts come as well. The times you go out are the worst times, putting a mask on your face. Making sure that no one asks those three words "Are you okay?" Reach home, lie on your bed, just wishing all these pain would end.

We stop talking, everything gets harder and harder. Memories of the times we spent together just go over and over your head. Trying to stop yourself from looking your old photos, trying to stop yourself from reading the old messages.

Everyone says it gets better. Does it though?

You listen to everyone talk, listen to their opinions. You stop listening after everyone asks you to move on. Asks you to give up. You just feel like everyone doesn't understands you.

Then one day, you get a wake up call.

Some random person just talks to you and the conversation slowly lead to the topic. You listen to what the person say and suddenly makes sense. You are determined to let go and just end it once and for all.

But that doesn't last very long. Your determination is gone fast. You start to miss and think and all those things again.

As time goes by, you slowly accept the fact, slowly let go. You know in your heart that person will hold a special place in your heart. You will still care and love the person. But it is time to slowly let go.

I start to learn about letting go.

I start to learn about thinking less.

I start to learn about loving myself.

Most importantly, i start to learn about moving on.