It doesn’t stop.
When you think of pain, you think of him.
Even if the pain has long since gone,
You still dwell on that time when he split you in two.
It’s a reference point.
For the lowest point in your life.
It doesn’t stop.
When you think of happiness, you think of him.
Even though he has since broken you,
You still recall the way his smile made your day.
It’s a reference point.
For the greatest time of your life.
It doesn’t stop.
When you think of love, you think of him.
Even when you’ve said goodbye to your heart,
You still linger on that feeling of pure security.
It’s a reference point.
For the most evocative chapter in your life.
But remember.
Your life has only just begun.
That love will not be the last.
It may have been the first but others will come.
One day, he will no longer be your reference point.
It’s not a crime to loiter on the past.
Referring to him doesn’t mean you still feel that way.
It just means he is all you’ve known so far.
Don’t allow him that power.
For he left.
He is nothing but a reference point.
A cold, dead memory.
It may feel like reality, but it is nothing but memory.
Never forget.
It may not stop,
But neither do you.
Some day, you’ll have a new reference point.
