I don’t know how, I don’t know when, but I will get over you and I will be accepting whoever I really am instead of keep believing in your ideas of me. I am not everything you said and I refuse to be those. I will be happy by then. I certainly won’t cry when I think of whatever happened to us. And when that happens, I won’t be there for you to blame, or to keep blaming myself. I will be long gone to somewhere far from the past. I will grow each day, i will learn and accepting everything that had happened as lessons, not things to caged me or put me down. I won’t be there where you thought i’d be living my life miserably. I will not die without you. I will keep on living as a better person. I will be better for myself not for anyone else, not even you. And I will not allow myself to go back to where I am now. We shall meet again that day when I am all better. I will smile to you and hug you. For I will not go there if you didn’t push me to my deepest despair and enable me to use my own strength to climb up.