You’ll pass through highs and lows in life, and somehow, somewhere, you’ll lose the urge to call him up everytime something good or bad happens. For every song that reminds you of him, you’ll find five new ones that remind you of something better, something more important. You’ll stop thinking that the break-up was somehow your fault. You’ll finally see him for what he is, and yet you won’t hate him. No, it will not be hate, but indifference that will replace love.
Jane Finn
love, moving-on