#randomrant

I've moved on.

Everything that had happened between us, it's all in the past.

The hurt, the tears, the blood, all that phases are now over.

He's happy now, I'm happy that he's happy. It did hurt a little, no, a lot, seeing that it's not me who is making him happy. At first. A long first. The longest, hardest first in my life. I won't lie.

But now it's all over.

I took the steps forward. I want to be the bigger person.

I fell. Broken. You have no idea. But I got up a better person. Stronger. Classier.

Faking a smile, taking longer strides, and let my success after success speak for themselves.

I was fine before him. Of course I will be fine after him.

He was just a chapter. A book. A life.

I'm ending that chapter now. Closing the book. Leaving that life.

And I'm ready for a new chapter. I'm opening a new book. I'm living a new life.

I'm still broken. There's no mending my broken heart. It will never be the same.

But I'm no longer on the ground. I've picked up every piece. I've put them back together. Never the same, though. Way more fragile.

Hence the higher wall I've built around it. As my defense.

Until I'm less fragile. Until I'm ready to be broken again, while hoping I won't.

Which is not going to happen anytime soon.

But I plan. We plan. I had a lot of things planned.

Yet up there, there lies a bigger Planner. The best Planner. Him who makes things happen. Him who allows things to happen.

And I trust Him. I believe He knows what He's doing. I believe He knows what's best for me.

So I got up. I moved forward.

And pray hard to never be broken again.

A little something I had in my head for a while.