I Haven't Move on!

I woke up this morning having this thought on my mind. The thought that I haven't got over him. The story will still continue. I went to look for my phone and found it on the desk near my radio. I grab it and went back to my bed. And hurriedly typed:

"I thot I wud b hapi

and dat I hav movd on.

But I seem not.
I jst don't know y.

Mayb b'coz I havn't.

Or mayb I was jst

fooling myself

dat I hav."

I thought getting a boyfriend would make me happy and would make me forget about 'HIM'. But I was wrong. It's hard to forget about him. When I woke up this morning, 'HE' was the first thing that came into my mind. I don't know why. But I can feel electricity up to my teeth. Then I realized that all this time, I was just fooling myself that I have moved on. I never had, and, I guess, it would take me years to get over him. He's like a permanent tattoo. There's no other way to erase it but to peel off the skin where it was painted. But I don't want to peel off the skin. I don't want to forget about him.

I don't want to let him go!