You've tried all you can. You've done everything within your power, everything humanly possible. You've done everything to try and win him back, not shy of looking pathetic, but thinking it would be worth it. You can only hold on so long, and your time has narrowed down to nothing. You finally have reached the point in your life where you have accepted many things and not having him is one of them.

Don't ever believe that you gave up. You tried. You tried your hardest. But you can only do and say so much. You have just reached your breaking point with the whole situation. It's okay to reach this point. It's the first step to getting to the final goal. The goal that seems so hard and far away, but in reality it's just a turn of the page.

Moving on.

You will have moments of weakness, I know I did. Moments where you feel alone in a crowded place. Moments where you feel their presence find out they aren't there. Moments where only their touch is the only thing you need. You'll call, just to hear their voice. You'll text, just to see if they were thinking about you at the same moment. You'll have moments where you go to some of the familiar places just for the memories and the presence of the happiness within.

This is okay too.

This is the first step to closure, which is what we all need from these types of situations. You'll miss their voice, their smell, their hair, their everything. You'll believe that there is nobody else in this world for you. This may be the case, but there are other fish in the sea.

I believe that if it's meant to be, it'll always find a way.

You have to believe this if you were like me. I was convinced that I was going to marry the man of my dreams. Now there is nothing left of us but the memories. Good memories. Bad memories. But mostly good.

But I never gave up on him. Ever.

I have reached a place in my life where it may not be exactly where I want to be, but I am perfectly okay with that. I believe this is a form of serenity, which is another major step to moving on. Don't worry, it's taken me months to reach this moment of simple bliss that I am in. It's been many nights of weakness, but you will finally look at yourself in the mirror and admit it to yourself that today is going to be different.

You'll see that you don't need to be texting him all the time. Eventually, he will become a vague figment of your imagination. You'll find yourself thinking of him less and less, until one day you don't think of him at all. You'll start making new memories in the places you and him used to go together, either with friends or even first dates. You'll begin to realize this and that's when you can erase the pictures on your phone and it doesn't hurt. You can see his friends and ask how they are, and not him. You'll find yourself bringing him up in situations, but you can still smile afterwards. You can actually follow them back on social media because you hope they are living life just like you are. You can use your relationship with them as a lesson for those who go through some of the same things you did and laugh about the dumb things you both did. Once you reach this point, you feel like the weight of the world was lifted off your shoulders. You'll feel like a new person. Like you were rebirthed.

I never gave up on him.

It's called "moving on".