29 Little Ice Princess

I watched Isabella's back for the final time as she walked out that door.

That was three days ago.

She walked out on me before I could tell her what the only think that is best for us to do with our relationship. She did not give me a chance, not a second…she just walked out that door.

Today, I am still a fucking mess, and god knows I think that I will still be one for a while. The fact is that I cannot keep living in the vicious circle of absolutely torture. There is nothing…between us only spaces of emptiness and nothing. There was love…once, yet there was none; as for feeling, what parts existed? What parts of us existed?

The thing with moving on is you will be stuck there for a while. You will be moving, yet you will still be stuck in the memory, in the moments. So are you truly moving on?

I say it is bullshit.