About a breakup

Cynical or not, I still love him.

My mind, still loves him. Brings him to the first plane even in my sleep. What a dream, I dreamt we were saying goodbye, visiting people for the last time, hugging for the last time. I wont wait for him, I can't afford anything more than the time it might take me to process all this. My brain wants to move on...
This is the proof of wanting to move on. I dont want to feel the pain but here i am, writing about him. Then he will just be another memory. 
I cant eat, I cant work, I cant be. Not for now...that is too much.

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