I have struggled a lot before I was able to say that I am completely healed again. I almost forgot how to live and that I still needed to live.
"I'm fine" was one of the hardest phrases to utter. "I'm not sure how to live anymore." was one of the weakest statements I've told myself. "I'm over him!" was one of the lies I made myself believed.
Never did I imagine that I would be able to stand again-- scarred but healed, shattered but whole again. I've turned days into nights, laughs into tears, and love into hatred, but I've come to realize that life must go on -- I must go on. I was able to see the light at the end of the tunnel, to witness the rainbow after the rain, to smile without pretending, and to love and be loved again. I gave love a second chance and I think that's what's more important; to never give up and never let pain stop you from living and loving again. We may have burnt the bridge which let us meet from the beginning, we may have been disconnected with one another, we may have continued with our own lives separately, but one thing's for sure-- the lessons we've been taught and the memories we've created will never be set to the fire.