I watched Zoe's back for the last time as she walked out that door.
That was three days ago.
Today, I am still a fucking mess, and god knows I think that I will still be one for a while to come. The fact is that I cannot keep living in the vicious circle of absolute torture. There is nothing…There is nothing between us but only spaces of emptiness and more of nothing. There was love…once. Yet there was none. As for feeling… Well, what parts existed? What parts of us existed?
The thing with moving on is you will be stuck there for a while. You will start moving, yet you will still be stuck in the memory. You will always be there in the moment. So are you truly moving on, then?
I say it is bullshit.