Congratulations!
You finally made it! I am happy for you.
After concluding that you can't get out from that stupid phase of your life,
After crying almost every night and still hurting even without tears,
You finally conquered it!
With bruises and scars, getting over from that hopeless and unrequited love is one of the most triumphant things you could ever achieve.
Cheers to the love we can't have and to the love we thought we can't live without!
I don't want to spoil the party but...
There are some questions I badly needed to ask.
I hope you don't mind.
Okay, here they are:
How?
How did you do it?
How did you stop regretting the first day you laid your eyes on him?
How did you stop wishing you should have never met him?
How did you get up from bed without anticipating for his good morning text?
How did you sleep without waiting for his good night message?
How did you eat your Happy Meal without being sad and lonely?
How did you stop seeing his smile from other boys on the street?
How did you gulp that cold beer without wanting he was there to get rid of that disgusting taste?
How did you dance on bars and clubs without desiring he was the one you are showing off your moves?
How did you stop hearing his laughter whenever you try to tell something funny?
How did you go blind from his enticing eyes and not seeing them whenever you close yours?
How did you stop comparing him to handsome men and always boast that he is the superlative one?
How did you block his compelling voice from your ears during those deafening silence?
How did you discontinue pausing those heartbreak songs on your playlist and click next because you feel like they were composed to torment you?
How did you stop the longing you feel whenever you hear sweet endearments?
How did you stop flashing back the smell of his neck whenever you stop by the perfume store?
How did you stop writing literature for and about him?
How did you stop imagining his lips while watching kissing scenes in the movies?
How did you stop closing your eyes and recalling the warmth of his fingers in between the empty spaces of yours?
How did you break off from that familiar hug on your pillow without staining it with tears?
How did you quit missing him?
How did you come to rest loving him?
I desperately want to know.
Please.
How?