He is still there. Somewhere. And she feels his presence, not as the way that he affected her before. It's excruciating.

She loves him. And he loves her no more.

If only there's a fairy tale ending to this event that is left to be picked up. If only her heart is healed already after all these years.

But nothing will change.

She doesn't know if she'll ever move on. He has someone else. She wants to move on so badly, but she decides, the time is not now. The heart has yet to be healed, and she doesn't want to depend on a human soul to heal it.

Because that human soul will break it, somehow. 

So she trusts no one but herself. And Him. And she still learns, and her heart still yearns.

For a kind soul to pick up the pieces.