I still wish you'd never let go, but I can't change that now. I believe that a small part of me will always miss you. I also believe that my heart will always leap to the ceiling when I see you. But I can't let this affect my life, like it has for the past two months, anymore. I refuse to be cynical about love because of you. This is it, I've found my bravery. I'm over you && moving on.