Last week, I finally did it.
It took me almost an entire year.
But I got over you.
The first person I fell in love with. The first person I made all those promises to. The girl I planned my future around-- I'm finally over you.
I'm no longer trying to find someone to take your place. I'm not trying to fill the hole you had left. I'm no longer searching for a missing piece.
I'm full again.
It happened to suddenly. I was walking through the hallways to my locker. And I realized it. There's no longer a want to be with someone. No wishes or hopes for you to come back. You're living your life and I'm living mine.
I'm over you.
I can live with my solitude for a while. Maybe one day, I'll find someone else. But that'll be far from now.
Right now, I'm happy knowing I did it. I got over the rough feelings and broken heart. I'm going to enjoy being my single self. And pat myself on the back because I did what I thought was impossible.
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