"The Girl Who Can't Be Moved"
It's been a year, my love. Since I left and broke you into pieces. It's been a year when I made myself believe that I'm better off without you, that I'm fine and had moved on in an instant. And it's been a year that I managed to pretend that I don't get hurt whenever I think of us, of you, of every what if's and could-have-beens. And it's been few months since the night that you made me realize how much distance made me fall in love with you more than I ever felt when we were still together. The same night you admitted you finally gave up on me, and starting a new life with someone else. I broke your heart, but I am the one who isn't really moving on. Not because I can't, but because I don't want to. Not because I regret giving you up back then, but because our memories through thickness and thin is what's keeping me alive since the day I killed myself. The day I broke your heart. I didn't broke up with you because I want to move on. ...