Boxing up

We got through long distance, during the height of the pandemic. On the day I move in to my new place, finally in the same city, together, this is the day you go and fuck her. 
I know I need to move on.
I know I need to forget you.
I know what you did was wrong.
You knew loyalty was all I wanted from you.
You knocked me down, when I was at my most vulnerable. 
I know I shouldn’t still love you, but to me, you were just perfect. Until that moment. 
Clearly I wasn’t enough for you, and now I’ve seen you on a dating app, using photos of my dogs!
I will move on.
I will forget you.
What you did was wrong.
I can’t stop loving you, but I can weaken it’s power over me. 
Now I must move on and put that love in a box, on a shelf, with all the other boxes that build up to make my life experiences. 
Goodbye. It’s time for me to start creating a new box to add to the shelf, all by myself.