I guess I realize that love doesn't last forever. I hate to admit that a part of me still misses him. That seeing him with all those girls makes me realize that that could have been me. But I chose it this way. On days like this, I wish I had never let him go, I wish I would have stuck around through the worst and I wish that we could be at least friends. On days like this, everything I ever did to hurt him strikes me in the heart and leaves me bleeding, helplessly and uncompassionately. 
Yet there are days like today in which I feel no pain. Days in which I am completely proud of my decision. Days where everything appears like a dream to me, as if nothing had ever happened. Days in which I can smile and laugh to the world knowing it is not fake at all. Days that make me realize that life is to short as to cry all day and not move on.