Then those eyes followed my every move until I couldn't handle it anymore.
Now those eyes don't haunt me anymore.

Then those lips use to speak my name over and over again to the point that it burned my memory.
Now those lips don't set my lungs on fire.

Then those hands would hold onto me so softly that I could feel no pain.
Now those hands let me go so that I wouldn't have to deal with your pain.

Everything about you that use to get to me,
doesn't hurt me anymore.

I've moved on.

I hope that you find happiness with someone one day.
If you can.