Perhaps being able to tell people about it means being able to start anew?
I have moved on, but am I over it? In the sense that I wouldn't be affected by it or think about it anymore?
You see, this is the weird part of everything. You really want to get over it. But somehow, some times, some nights, you recall about this when you see an article, when you hear a song, or simply just coz your brain decides to dig out those painful memories you wished you have forgotten.
So you try to focus on other things. Your studies, friends, co-curricular activities. You meet people. And guess what? The cycle repeats. A vicious one.
And sadly, that's life. That's just how life works. You swim in a pool of heartbreaks, where you might not be able to get out of it. You experience many heartbreaks, thinking the next time won't be the same anymore, thinking you will be able to get happiness the next time. But so far, that's not how life isworking. After some time, you get disillusioned. You get tired.
And then one day,
You stop loving.
