Thoughts of an Introvert

To be honest, healing was a hurtful phase. All the sleepless nights of crying cus I'm missing you, all those random tears rolled down my face because the radio was playing our song, the mini heartbreaks that I felt cus some random person passed me by wearing the same perfume that you had. It was totally not a walk in the park; getting over you. I had to live through the memories that we both made, telling myself everyday that I'm going to be okay once I get through the hurtful phase and then I will finally be genuinely be happy on my own once more and be genuinely happy for you. I saw the other day that you were happy with your new girl. It was to my surprise that I was not hurting anymore. I came to realization that I am nothing but proud of myself of how far I went after that sad day. But that is not the point. The main subject of this blog is in the next paragraph.  However, I recently realized that I am catching feeling with someone new myself. To be super frank, I ...

Hey you :) I'm feeling like writing an open letter for you. Though I know this is an utterly useless thing for me to do because you basically wouldn't read this — this is the only way I know, reaching out to you, without actually embarrassing myself. I miss you. Moving on?  Yes, I tried. I really did. Just a glance, just a glance of your face is enough, it's enough to make me feel pathetic again. Feeling pathetic on the fact that I haven't move on from you. Eight years. Eight years later, here I am, crying over the fact that you're the happiest guy now. You got yourself a new girlfriend. Seems like you got everything that you need in life now. And I should be happy right? Be happy over the fact that things are going great for you; the way that I prayed it would be for you. I should be happy. I supposed to be happy. I have to be happy. At this point, nothing else matter anymore. Cus it's been years. Things passed. I should've moved o...