It finally happened,
I feel so proud,
My feet once more are on the ground.
Eight months of devotion,
eight months of torment,
Is all over,
Away, the feelings went.
I’m so happy,
The weight on my shoulders gone,
For this hate-love I am shorn.
I pushed real hard and got through,
I’m now so over you!
Then I wake with a scream,
This is a nightmare, not a dream.
Because I felt as if I had gotten through,
but really, I’m not one bit over you.
