I don’t know when it was that I stopped wanting you. But I realized today that life DOES, in fact, go on. You get hurt time & time again, yet you always seem to get back up. Some times take longer than others. But nonetheless, you rise from the ashes. I have too much potential. Too many things to be happy about. I don’t have the time to sit around & sulk over you or about the could’ve beens & the would’ve beens. I don’t crave to hear from you anymore. My phone doesn’t show your name all day? I’m fine with it. I don’t obsess over it like I used to. I guess this is the first sign of this “moving on” thing I thought I’d never do…
Haven’t posted on here in a while. Did anyone miss me? :D
No? Oh okay. I didn’t think so..