You'll never know

Because I'm moving on sooner than the psychologist predicts about overcoming a heartbreak,
Because I'm being more sociable rather than spending days of gloom;
Don't judge me being not in love in the season of love.
Don't say I was fake all way just because you see me happy now.
Don't just be the filthy society mocking from their verandah.

Look, it was all so gradual! Our breakup wasn't our first tiff. It wasn't a misunderstanding and we weren't immatured kiddas. It wasn't an unpredictable tsunami which would swallow everything up abruptly. It was like the Spring which, even though knew Autumn's gonna shed all love after Summer, adorned its most beautiful attire.
Towards the end, we knew the love stalks are weak and the bond is withering. It wasn't the fights. The decision was made together, with trust so intact! We suffered and cried together. Finally, we got over each other, together.
Now, this is life and here, the seasons won't repeat. The story isn't gonna be the same next Spring. Or maybe, I won't have a second Spring.
So, don't just judge. Because you don't know me; because you aren't in my shoes.
I have to move on, have to smile; for myself and for him.

- askew_avenue