One foot in front of the other...

I never really knew what that meant until my first break-up. The only way to get somewhere is by putting one foot in front of the other, right? So why the cliche?

When I finally realized that my life was at a grinding halt because of him, I asked him to leave. When he was gone, my world crashed around me. I had seen pieces of it falling before he left but then suddenly it all hit the floor.

I laid down in the bed we shared and cried. I grieved like a wounded animal. I knew in my heart that I would never be the same.

So, I go forward. One foot in front of the other. I move on with my life. I go to class. I go to work. I laugh. And I still cry.

But not because of him. I cry now because of myself. I cry because my life is a mess. I cry because I have very few friends here. I cry because the friends I want to be here are too busy with their own lives to worry about mine. I cry because I think that nothing matters anymore.

So, can someone, anyone tell me that it matters? That there really is something out there to reach for?