…and even if the depths of my heart are yelling at me to not do it, I cannot have hope in what hope is not given to me. I cannot wish for someone who does not wish for me. I’m tired; my heart is exhausted from gripping on to something someone is ripping away from me. I am, indeed, extremely exhausted and stressed. I hope he finds whatever makes him happy, God knows I tried to be that and more. I am at a loss for words right now. Four years and four months later, always & forever became past.

You said “Move on.” Where do I go?