Hey moon, please forget to fall down.

Damn, what is wrong with you Elsa. You can't help someone who despises you.

Especially when you don't know what you did in the first place to make them despise you.

I guess my weak heart can't work with resentment. Resentment fades.

To say that I'm not moving on is false. I am. I can feel the burden of wanting someone who doesn't want me lifted off my shoulder.

Does moving on requires total utmost ignorance though? 

I guess, yes. Evidences clearly point to that.

I'll just act like I don't care then. And maybe in time, I really won't.