i'm okay... that's what i kept telling myself. but a sudden thought from time to time would always make me long for him.
demn this heart who doesn't think... why can't the mind just dictate what the heart should feel? why does the heart keep on hoping and holding on when the mind's screaming of letting go?
i'm now saying that i'm moving on... will this be just a distant resolution to pull myself from this mess i'm in?
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