Her heart still had hope in the completely hopeless situation and she had a hard time figuring out why. Her head knew the exact date of when that last drop of hope streamed down her face. But moving on meant letting go and her heart was not going to let that happen. Not just yet. Deep down she knew that pain of this magnitude never truly goes away. She would just get better at hiding it from the worried faces and caring souls around her.

Maybe she could have fought back the memories. Maybe she just was not trying hard enough. Maybe she did not want to try. If happiness is a choice, was she choosing to be unhappy? The anger and sadness had rebuilt the walls around her heart that he had so carelessly torn down. The feelings had become familiar. She was comfortable and content because she knew what to expect. She was dealing with it. Moving on meant losing that anger and sadness that seemed to protect her now. She preferred the familiar over the uncertain, even with the possibility of greener grass on the other side.