I cried. I cried until I felt my eyes dried. I cried until there was nothing left. I cried until before sunrise. I cried until I calmed myself. I cried until I was sure my mind would never wander to her.
No, I didn’t hide the fact that I cried because of her. When I did that, I felt alive. I felt broken. But most of all, I felt living.
I cried because it hurt me when she left. I thought she loved me as much as I did but I knew not everything would get answered by love. There were times when it wasn’t enough. But I cried as I hated her for not fighting for what we both knew was so damn right.
So, I cried. I cried until to the very last tear. When I was done, I closed my eyes and deeply breathed. Then I promised things to myself.
I would never think of her but I would never forget her. And I would never cry because of her, anymore.