Over Under

Let me tell you how I got over it...

But first, you have to know why I decided to. One good and sensible reason is, I have to. I could either hold on and wait as if he'll turn around and say,"Hey, I'm back," or I could just nurture pain into a life lesson and move on.

I chose the latter. But it wasn't that easy.

I decided to try and get on with my life, because I don't see him as someone I'll be with for long,much as he does too, probably. Change is anything but it's own meaning.

I went thru several phases of cliche just for me to get over it.I cried, had my hair done and got wasted.And as soon as I am under the mercy of the spirits,I said his name. Emo-shit. Yet, I did not regret doing all of these "been there, done that" escapades. This is why I realized, he did me a favor.

I wasn't growing but he wanted to. It's one of the inevitable, even the falling out.

I met some interesting and mentally-challenged people, and I could say, I was really Bitter-rella and Bitche-rella at the time I met them. It felt like a ray of light behind the gray clouds when I danced with one hand waving free. Was I?

I lost myself into five years of oblivion.I cannot think of the good stuff, some smart ass might claim I am not over it, but I don't care. It's funny, because some smart ass understands what I'm feeling.

So one day, I let him hold hand. That was the turning point...

I was over it, entirely.