“Getting over” someone- it takes:

It takes separation.

It takes time.

It takes detaching that piece of you that was dedicated to that other person, and casting it off, an attempt to forget.

It takes pulling yourself together, picking up that piece of you, your metaphorical heart, and forgiving them for the hurt and forgiving yourself for having trusted them. 

It takes getting up off your butt and running until the anger drains. 

It takes concocting imaginary scenarios in which you preform a speech so rife with wit and passion that Shakespeare would steal it— realizing you could hurt them… but stop. 

At the stop, your brain pauses and…you smile. Suddenly you’re swept back into your previous schedule of awesome.

You understand that the relationship was not healthy- you were f***ing psychotic during the duration. 

Bubbles of happiness. Dances of joy. Laughter. Hugs. Friends <4 Let them reign forever. 

The perfect song plays and every line speaks to you. 

One. Last. Address.