Happy to have moved on

Okay, I should be doing critic papers for my Philo class but my fingers are reaaally itching to type these things. Like some girl who's dying to make chismis about something she's overheard. Teehee. And also, because my pen has started to run out of ink (Read: extreme case of writer's block) so I really had to grab the chance to write these thoughts that bug me. Or rather, blog them instead.

So here's the guy that I've liked for a while. Before I had a boyfriend, that is. I cried, got depressed, grades fell down the drain, got sick. You know, those kinds of things. And I have moved on. Really, I have. If I haven't I won't be able to blog this down with a lot of ease, trust me. I haven't seen him recently and apparently, he hasn't said much, hasn't made such a fuss of anything that he practically disappeared. Maybe he grew up and went to ride on the train to maturity. Who knows? I sure am glad to see that he's concerned about his life now and not like what he was before - jumping into every happy moment not caring about the consequences but those are one of the things that made me fall in love with him. But, never mind. That was before.

It seems that he has started to pick up the pieces of his heart after his breakup with his girlfriend and our disastrous "fake love affair". I hope he's happy now and it seems that the girl he has found has the same interests as him and that they belong to the same species of humans. At least they can understand each other and I'm starting to think the girl's really not much of a slut as I thought she was. Maybe she's fallen in love with him and she's feeling the same feelings of confusion and frustration I felt when I fell in love with the guy. I really wish her luck. He's one guy who's very difficult to love, if you ask me. She seems smart, from what I've read from her blog and tumblr. She's talented in the art department (and apparently, the kissing department too. Ugh.)

Anyway, it feels weird to see the guy whom you felt something for and spent every waking moment with, sharing your dreams and all that stuff, though without commitment and relationship (read: MU) be with someone else. It's like you've resigned from a job and one day you visit to see someone doing the work you did before. You get what I mean.

I hope they'll find the happiness we both did not get from each other in the past. Why? Because I have moved on and I am happy and forever contented with J now. It's only fair that everyone has a shot at happiness beyond all the past bitterness. :)