When you fall out of love, you go through a series of emotions - hurt, pain, sadness, regret, anger, frustration, depression. Not necessarily in that order. But eventually, most of us move on. Or at least we would like to think that we've moved on. Because it is pathetic to be stuck in the doldrums of wretched desolation and heartache.

It's tiring to have to constantly remind yourself to stop looking back. And it's even stranger when you do look back, and the life that you've never had, and will never have, flashes before your eyes.

Some of us wake up in the morning and the anguish is just gone. You suddenly don't think about him anymore. You've moved on. Some of us get caught up in work or hobbies and realise that they don't think about him anymore. You've moved on. Some of us see the bigger picture and realise the greater good. You've moved on. Some of us learn to let go of what we want and instead accept what we deserve. You've moved on. Some of us meet someone new and fall in love again. You've moved on.

Yet, some of us still wake up longing and with that burning in the pit of your stomach. Some of us still lay awake at night flooded by nostalgia and reminiscence. Some of us still go about our daily routines, yet stop and struggle with shooting pains in the heart. You tell yourself that you cannot keep feeling that way anymore. You tell yourself to get your act together. You force yourself to believe that you've moved on.

You tell yourself that as long as you keep convincing everyone around you that you've moved on, and as long as you keep repeating it to yourself, you might actually start believing in it. And when that happens, you get stuck in a whole new conundrum of feigned liberation and euphoria.

So, I couldn't help but wonder - when a relationship ends, how do you know if you've really moved on, or if you've just moved to denial?