It's been a long time. A long long time. Yeah from the blogging as well. But no, that is not what I am talking about here. It has been a very long time. And every time I think about it, I always count how long it would have been if we were together. Fcuking optimism. Hope. Lost hope. But the fact is that we are not. And we will never be. Not this time. You promised me the next. I'm waiting.

I have tried to move on. I swear I have. I feel like I'm moving. But whenever I stop to look around me, everything is the same. I try to run way ahead, but my feet are glued to where you left me. Or where I left you and me. I don't know what I am going to do. I spend most of my days and nights trying to figure that out. I have been trying to figure out ever since. And I still have no answer, nothing close to an answer. So every damn day, I run, I move and I remain where I am, where I was. Day in and day out. I try.

I need to unlearn and learn again. I need to start to feel again.

I need to move on.