I learnt to move on. You have to in the end don’t you? Even if it takes months or years. I refused to wake up as a thirty year old woman and still be in love with you.
But for the rest of my life I will wonder what came of you, and how you could look at her in exactly the same way that you used to look at me.
I can’t forget the look on your face when you told me you didn’t love her.