Moving On

It's been months when me and my boyfriend broke-up. I don't really know how it happened and how it ends.
It's just that I said to him that we're done and he replied 'Okay!'. I don't know if I'll be happy or not.
He didn't even bother to ask me why I came up to that idea. In just a snap, all of the memories we
shared together in one year has been washed out. I thought we can manage that so called "Long Distance Relationship".
But I was wrong, we didn't actually work out.

Months had passed and we still don't have any communication. One day, while I'm updating my status on Facebook.
I sneaked out to check his timeline and there I knew that he already had a girlfriend weeks after we broke up. How ironic isn't it?
I was messed throughout the time while he was having a good time with some other girls? Shame on him! Shame on me!
Why can't I move on if he did it for a just a week ? Why is easy for him and hard for me ? And this lyric struck me.

"Sometimes I start to wonder, was it just a lie?
If what we had was real, how could you be fine?
'Cause I'm not fine at all"

And I concluded he was just fooling me around.

My friends told me to move on! Told me there are many fishes on the ocean! Told me stop fooling yourself!
Told me it's part of growing up! But the best is: "Finally, you already broke up. Now get yourself back and prove him his not your worth."

I thought I can't get through with these. I almost came to the point that I want to beg him to come back to me and beg his love.
But I realized is that really me ? Where is my pride ? my dignity ? I laughed at myself thinking stupid things. I can be admitted to the nearby mental institution.
I always kept on telling myself "He is now my past! And I have already someone to call my EX :)".

The demands of our school and organization helps me to forget him. Though, I can't avoid before I sleep to flashback the times that we're together, when we are with our friends and the saying of sweet words.
But my friends really are the best. They heal the wounds that keeps bleeding and hurting me inside. And without my knowing, I started creating my new chapter in life called "Moving On".