Moving on. Moving along.

Some two years ago, I have decided to take the risk and build a relationship with you.

At first, I didn't think we would click. There isn't something we had in common. But then again, my heart would always win over my mind.

And so the journey began. Unforgettable moments. Indescribable feelings. Magic carpet rides.

Then roller coaster rides. Arguments. Some disagreements. Then the distance.

I had been given the chance to tell you that I have already settled for you. That I have started dreaming of forever with you. That no matter all the imperfections or the trials, I would always always stay with you.

But when everyone isn't looking, it happened.

I thought that I can make it. That we can make it work. I guess we cannot. Not with this distance anyway.

Not when we have started to grow really apart.

Two years. Countless memories. Circles of friends. Several waking up in the morning beside you. The happiness and the pains.

All of them do not matter now. Its official. We cease to exist as a couple.

How do I move on? I'm not entirely sure how.

I have kept your clothes in the closet and started not to use them.

I renamed you in my phonebook as X.

Stopped eating halo halo. Stopped going to MOA. I have almost stopped everything just to move on from this terrible pain. But I cannot stop my life.

And so, with all of these pain and suffering from all the memories our togetherness has left me, I am moving along with this life, with our friends, with your clothes still in my closet, with your stuffed toys still in my room.

I am moving along with the busy world and drowned in it as it helps me forget about the painful stuff and hope that one day, I will smile again of the happy memories and feel nothing of the sadness that this breakup has shun upon me.