old habits die slowly

She used to be so afraid of checking her social sites; afraid to see what she hoped not to see, afraid to read what she hoped not to read. But every time her heart goes desperate, her senses immediately went to him, like a habit she favors the most. She clicked and typed, saw and read, every single thing posted by him. Her heart cried at the sight of him, her heart sighed from the words written by him. Seeing how happy he is now without her, she then realized that she was the one who tied him down to the concrete floor of her front door, holding him prisoner from doing anything that could possibly made him happy. For every desperate cries for him, and seeing how he could live peacefully without her presence, her heart finally let go. She can now check her sites like she used to, feeling happy for him if his name pops up. She can now scroll through her photo gallery without dropping a single tear.