Because for two weeks, I almost went crazy. You were the first thing I think of in the morning and the last thought before I sleep, and it usually hurt. I'd usually lie in bed and cry quietly.

But now, after a few days of thinking, lazying around and meeting other people. I became better. Not seeing you proved to be magical on my heart. I love you, yes. But I don't see us being together anymore, nor do I want to. I love you but I think I'm ready to let go, just like what you did.

I can't afford to be friends anymore though, because feelings that I buried deep down my heart might just resurface and break me all over again. Because like what I said before, moving on for me is not forgetting... it is merely accepting things as they are and moving on forward.

Picking up the pieces weren't easy if you do it alone, but with friends who care? :) Easy as pie. That's why I'm happy now even though some parts are still missing because its with you.. but my friends are good at filling it up again. I might tear up once in awhile but I will smile through it all because I have people who loves me just as I love them.