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Best friends are supposed to be there for each other. Best friends are supposed to get through issues and problems between them. Best friends are supposed to have each other’s backs no matter what. So what happened between us? Best friends aren’t supposed to cut each other off without warning. I guess we weren’t really “best friends” after all.

[I’ve] been trying to find a reason to feel more alive.

i know you can’t fix me but can you at least be there while i fix myself

I’m living with a broken heart for months, for years I can’t remember when was the last time I felt happiness. I’m living with a broken heart I feel miserable in my own skin And I feel like I’m dying inside. I’m living with a broken heart It’s still heavy, full of unsaid sorrows. I’m living with a broken heart Shattered into pieces, I try to fix it With all of the remaining strength I mend it and pretend That it doesn’t hurt anymore. But it’s still. It will always.

Sometimes, the thing you most want, doesn’t happen. And sometimes, the thing you never expect to happen, does.

I’m almost over you. It’s been a long and tough journey but, I’m now half way through. I’m slowly accepting the reality that whatever I do, you won’t come back to me anymore. You found love, happiness and solace in someone else’s arms. And now, I became an unfamiliar warmth. I’m slowly detaching myself on the things that made me blind before. I’m learning to remove the excess baggage for me to walk faster. Memories make everything harder. Heavier. It makes me keep looking back to the place where you left me. It’s like a familiar voice that invites me to turn around and retrace my steps. Back to you. I’m learning how to walk again, without you. I’m starting to stop creating visions of you. Because it gives emotional pain to my heart whenever I see you. Whenever I remember you - your face, your scent, your laugh. I’m forcing myself to stop talking to you, in my mind. I’m telling to myself that I should not cry anymore and stop myself from missing you, thinking about you and loving you because you don’t care about me anymore and everything changed. Everything was damaged. I keep telling to myself that I can move on and forget you, even though it’s hard. Painful. Even though it keeps knocking me down. I can, I must. For the betterment, for myself. I’m almost there, almost.