Falling in love is such a roller coaster ride. One minute you're fighting the hell out of it, and the next minute you're stuck knee deep in it. Then the break-up. THE END. How do you pull yourself out of the mud?
Love let's you go, let's you fall flat on your face. You just wanna lay there, there's nothing and no one that can pick you up. It feels good to just wallor in it for awhile. REALITY. It sets in. The whole world is moving on with out you, and you're still walloring. STAGNATING. He moved on before he admitted to breaking your heart. OH WAIT. You broke your own heart. (riiiiight.) Besides the point. Everyone, him, the whole damn planet didn't stop revolving just cause your heart shattered in to a million pieces. AND NO ONE. Is going to help you put it back together.
You could just keep laying there, or you could pick yourself up of the floor. You're the only one who can do it. Stop dwelling. You can't fix him, he never wanted to fix himself. Love isn't enough. You can't love something that refuses to love you back.
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