The most difficult aspect of moving on is accepting that the other person already did.

Remember, someone, somewhere in some corner of this somewhat big world, is out there crying if you're unhappy and is happy if you are! And you know who that someone is!

Love, he told himself, was open to interpretation like any other abstract indulgence but followed the same principles everywhere, irrespective of everything else. One, either won or lost in love, there was no bridge in between, and he decided he had lost, lost to himself, if not to her.

It was going to be a long, dark night but not quite as dark as it was in the abyss of his heart where there was nothing but hollowness, yet it felt heavy, almost as if someone still resided there.

No matter how bad your heart is broken, the world doesn't stop for your grief.

The most difficult aspect of moving on is accepting that the other person already did.

Who would have listened to his tales of woe when his love was the flickering lamp over his own decaying tomb?