"You did not break me. I am not broken."

But then again maybe you did. Maybe I am.

But I still repeat those words to myself over and over again in the hopes that if I say them enough then they will become true.

I don't want to be broken because then I have to admit that I gave someone the power to do so.

It scares me to think that he hurt me so much that there's no moving forward.

I am stuck.

I now fear everything. I am scared to get close to someone else. I am scared to give someone else a chance; fearing that it'll just be another chance to hurt me.

How do I move past this? How do I accept what happened? The boy I loved, the boy I thought (and knew) was in love with me too. Hurting me the way he did, as many times as he did, that's not love. It can't be, can it?

I want to move on. I want to be happy again. But he stops me every time. And by he I mean me. I stop me. Because I never want to feel how I felt ever again.