the defining moment that is going to help me move on

i guess you do get over your first love when you are forced to.

i was carrying my notebook and some library books today, and i dropped them. i don't tend to cry over spilt milk, but i did.

and why?

is it because i feel betrayed? is it because i feel used? am i sad? is it because it hurts?

is it really, finally the start of my new life?

will my scars forever ruin all of God's plans?