Here's the thing...

I'm sad and lonely.

& I HATE IT! But this phase is inevitable in getting over him. It seems like that's all I do now, get over him. Everyday I wake up and remember to forget what I miss. I stop myself from loosing my breath at the thought of kissing him. I stop imagining I see him everywhere. I don't memorize every song that holds our memories and I go on.

I don't think about love and I don't hate when I see couples holding hands. I don't cringe when people kiss and I didn't cry when I put our pictures away. But you know those cards, the little ones that come in bouquet's, I can't bring myself to throw those away. And I can't erase his face from my dreams. I suppress it I burry it down as deep it will go but it never seems to make it past my heart. And it hurts. It hurts to my core and I truly know the definition of what it is to miss something.

It's just something I have to do, I have to move on.