Give me Love.

"Have I really moved on?"
This question has been on my mind. Even before my friend asked me about this topic.

I honestly do not know. There are times where I felt free, and felt happier. And then there are certain times where I just hit low and I kept looking at his twitter, the messages and pictures which have yet to be deleted. And then I felt unhappy. Worthless. He was doing fine. More than fine. He.is.moving.on.

And that's it. That is what has been motivating me to just move on.

"It will be the start of a new beginning." That's what they said.. and I would gladly want to believe it.

Right now, I am just scared that I am only "seeking comfort" from someone. Maybe because I missed it so much that I am trying to find a certain characteristic of his in another person. I am angry at myself for behaving this way or for even thought of it. I am sorry.

I feel a little bit better typing this post out.
I am done, and I shall focus on my new beginning now. A fresh start. No more looking back, perhaps?

Goodnight.