I just wish someday even my father can move on to what happened to me. But before that, I have to take everything slowly for him. Of course, I do not want my father think bad things about him cause, he is not. Cause behind his silence I still understand his words.
Today, I am almost over him. I can say, a part of me have already moved on and will still continue to move on until the time, I won't see my self crying from his memories, until the time I'll left no tears whenever I hear about him. Until the day, I'll found myself learning to love again. Now, it is enough to say, at least I am done with the days of grieving for my heart. It is now time for me to fill and fix my broken me. He won't be here for me to fix my heart and I know it won't happen. I have to do it on my own. Though there are still pains, that is normal, but I'll do all things for me get over it.
To move on doesn't mean to forget, it just simply mean, you have to step forward towards something making your past as your strength and your learning foundation.