It has taken a long time, a seemingly endless blending together of months since he broke my heart. And at first, all I could do was cry about it, every tiny little problem added to it and I broke down so much, I didn't even feel like me anymore. Lately I haven't been able to cry at all, and I guess I'm finally to the point where I can say that I'm okay. And yeah it still hurts and I'm always going to wonder why, but now...I just realized that crying over it isn't going to change the past, he's not going to come back and there's no use blaming myself for his inability to love me for who I am. He's always going to play the victim and point the finger at me for what he did and I just don't care anymore. I'm done. I can move on, and maybe one day he'll realize his mistake and come crying, but I'll be fine and he'll be alone.