Possible.

It's possible to move on.
It's possible to be tempted by that which your trying to avoid.
It's possible to distract yourself.
It's possible to still love someone with all of your heart, even if you don't want too.
It's possible to feel the need to scream when someone says something that remains you of why there's an ache in your chest.
It's possible to want to curl into a ball and cry over something someone said.
It's possible to rant and rave and not mean a single thing you say.
It's possible to ignore the pain.
It's possible to not cry yourself to sleep at night.
It is possible to love again.

But sometimes.
The possible seems impossible.



XOXO,
Dollface