Getting Over You

5 MONTHS AGO:

I woke up one morning with the realization that he had left me. In a mental sense, having nothing to do with the reality of the situation. He had been the object to which my thoughts inevitably turn...in class, at work, in bed before I manage to fall asleep and as soon as I wake up in the morning. I would think of his kiss, his touch, the things he said that brought me happiness, the things he said that tore me apart. He was a space, an entity, a force like gravity in my mind and heart, and he never even knew he was there to begin with.
But I woke up one morning, and he had left. Not gradually, the way that he took up residence within me, but all of a sudden. I went to reach for him, and instead of the memory of soft lips, I feel only a dull ache, like that of an old injury on a damp day.
Part of me wants to rebel, fight against this...anything is better than this strange emptiness, even recalling careless words and actions that hurt me more than anything, ever. The memories are still there, if I concentrate I can pull them out, but it's not the same. He is an empty space in a broken heart.
And yet this is a good thing. This is what they mean when they say "This too shall pass." This is getting over you.
5 MONTHS LATER
After almost 5 months since you went back to your country, just when I am about to be healed, you just had to call me from Acheh and told me how much you miss me, and still loving me. Since I got to know that you are actually married, I decided to close my heart not just to you but to anyone. This isn't easy for me but I managed being on my own. I have always been. I came to this world alone, and when the time i go back to my Creator I am still gonna be alone, I guess I will manage being alone on my own.