I'm done.
Here I am, forgetting the fact that I used to write. But every story needs an ending. I moved on. I was done. My heart was tired. Tired of being staying with someone who was nothing but a child. A man child. I understand that maturity comes with experience and heartbreak, well maybe I have had way too many of those. Clarity hit me, He tried to contact me multiple times, but this time...it was a strong No from me. No matter how tempting. I won't be able to be normal if I ever accepted him back. I would be simply blocking the potential me. I chose myself this time. It's no longer heartbreaking it doesn't hurt anymore. atleast when it comes to him it doesn't.