"It's alright, darling, it's over..."

Two weeks after we broke up, you had a new soulmate. And I tried to be your friend. I tried to be a part of your life. And I never let it bother me that you had moved on so easily, so quickly, so effortlessly. But all you did was shut me out and push me away. "We're not friends, Charly." So don't you dare call me from the other side of the world and ask to write to me.

"I judged the whole thing; I put [his] words to a trial. The verdict was perfect. Jury said don't put your heart in anything unless you know that it's worth it. So I'm moving forward; my heart is in a tourniquet. I spent a lot of time, I'm just living for reimbursements. Looking for something that don't ever have to stop, because I lived through all the lows, so I deserve to see the tops."--Postcards: Part II  by DreamShake

I don't want your postcards. I don't want your letters. I'm done. It's alright, darling, it's over.