Red wine and emotions.

That's the perfect combination.
Oh, and add resentment to the mix.
And sorrow.
Beautiful.
Now, take another sip of the wine.
And take a look at his picture.
No tears, just cynical smile.
A year has passed since I was forgotten.
And yes, I still can't quite let it go.
He lives his life to the fullest.
I live in resentment. Anger. Bitterness. 
Piling up my emotions.
Waiting to burst.
Wearing a fake smile.
Wearing a fake "I'm fine" attitude.
It's not about love.
It's about abandonment.
Broken promises.
All the chances, the possibilities that were laid in front of me then.
And now.
Nothing.
I ceased to exist last year.
That's just not something I can easily let go.
Fuck my principles and statements and feelings.
Yes, fuck them.
Where did they leave me???
If I could just move away from here ....
If I could just move ...
No need for punishment. Mine or his.
Just ... move ... away .... 
please ....