Shakespeare Hast Seen Mine Eyes

O me, what eyes hath Love put in my head
Which have no correspondence with true sight
Or, if they have, where is my judgement fled,
that censures falsely what they see aright?
If that be fair whereon my false eyes dote,
What means the world to say it is not so?
If it be not, then love doth well denote
Love's eye is not so true as all meris 'No.'
How can it? O, how can Love's eye be true,
That is so vex'd with watching and with tears?
No marvel then, though I mistake my view;
The sun itself sees not till Heaven clears.
O cunning Love! With tears though keep'st me blind,
Lest eyes well-seeing thy foul faults should find.

Why is it that we miss what we should not have? I know it has been a few months now, and I'm certain I should be at a stage of "moving on" from my relationship, but I'm confused. A good friend once said of a particularly bad day during a break-up: "My heart hurt. Isn't that sad?" Here is the rub. It is okay to be sad, but if you give in to that feeling, you might believe you belong back with the familiar. And sometimes, love is not enough. But, after all: O, how can Love's eye be true. That is so vex'd with watching and with tears? I might not have rain falling down my face every day, but believe me, living without that special someone in your life is an adjustment. Maybe it is needed, maybe you are soul searching, maybe you did it for the wrong reasons, maybe you left him for noble reasons...But somehow you know it is best. And somehow it still feels wrong. And just oh, so, painful. And when you start to like someone new, you are afraid. Your heart can't take that. It also feels like you really are leaving your past behind and you might not be ready for it. I want to be ready for it. But, I'm afraid. Afraid to lose the love I once had. But, I'm also afraid of how long it will take to get over this feeling of falling. There might not be rain. But, I see myself diving down this cliff into the deep blue of the ocean, showing me my emotions really are the hidden depths of myself. Down, down, I swim, realizing there is so much inside me, but I feel like my heart hurts. And the water looks cold and menacing. I don't know what I want. I hurt. My heart hurts.