Honestly, there was a point in time where I thought I would never get over you.
That was how intense my feelings were.
And then one fine day, you broke my heart.
Consciously or otherwise, it was a good thing for me.
Sure, it hurt.
I spent days typing messages to you, and then deleting them before I could hit the ‘Send’ button.
I spent nights crying in the shower, nights crying in bed whenever I thought of you.
There were days where I’d break down on my way to work because I saw someone who reminded me of you.
I cried watching White House Down because I knew if I was in that situation, I could never rely on you to save me (not that I’d ever be..).
But eventually, all that crying has to stop.
I can only afford so much tears.
I got tired of crying, and of being miserable.
The moment I decided not to cry anymore, my body started mending the broken parts.
It started looking for distractions that I never knew existed, or appealed to me.
I think its amazing how the human brain works.
Slowly, you started fading from my thoughts as it shifted to other things that made me happy instead.
I think of you occasionally.
I still do.
If you’ve ever really loved anyone before, you’d know that it it impossible to completely erase him or her from your memories.
Nor is it possible to completely forget the pain once the memories come back.
But its ok.
Pain changes people.
Outwardly everything is still the same but deep within, something is happening.
I’m not sure if its good or bad yet.
Either way, I’m not complaining.
I like changes.