It has been three years

2011,
The heartache and tears that were there with me everyday. Suicidal.

2012,
Tried to move on and did not think things through. It was not mine, was not his. Again, only heartache and tears were willing to be my friend.

2013,
Realised it was stupid for me to stop my life there. Woke up from horrible nightmares, I change. I don't need heartache and tears to be with me everyday.

2014,
Move on because I need to move forward as time moves. There are no reasons for tears to greet me. Even if I will not find or have what I love or who I love to have, I rather will not because that kind of love is suicidal.