I can't move on. They asked me if I moved on. As Martin said, yes. Yet tears made its way out of my eyes to confirm I was lying. I hate crying, I kept trying. But I can't help it. I miss you. Like if never lied to me and said, we will be together forever. No, my heart is always in pain. Hot as fever. Because I think about you daily. When someone hits me, I listen to your old voice notes. Simply because your voice makes me feel so much better. My wish is for us to get back together. You look happy with your bay. Seems like my wish won't come true. If only I knew. If only I knew, I wouldn't have given you my heart. Because I can't take it back. It feels right. I've been broken by you. Am I even making sense? No, wait. I can't hate myself like this. I mean, if you moved on, why should I even wait? Why should I keep wishing instead of waking, dreaming, thinking and finding someone? No. Somebody who can make me happy too. I'm moving on. I'm letting you go. Bye, dear ex.