For you this is moving on.
Feeling every inch of the pain.
Reminding yourself over and over again that you lost the love you wanted to last.
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You lost the person that you wanted to spend the rest of your lifetime with.
Youve gone through a month with being okay on your own.
You were doing just fine moving forward with your life alone… and then you saw him.
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The sight of him brought back everything that youve tried so hard to repress.
Here they are again, reminding you how much that person was once a huge part of your life.
Someone that you have always wanted to be your constant, even until now.
Someone who made you both the happiest girl and most shattered soul.
Youre back to square one… no, not really.
You never really moved from square one.
Your life revolved around him, he was your universe.
Because he was your solace in this world of uncertainty.
He was your identity in more ways than one.
He knew you like the back of his hand.
You were his favorite novel that he had each line memorized.
He was your greatest support system.
He was your best friend.Losing him felt like someone took away your ability to breathe.
You never imagined this all-consuming agony haunting you day and night.
And then it hits you, you never really wanted to move on.
Youre the one whos feeding yourself with dysphoria.
For some reason, hurting inside reminds you of a wonderful period in your life.
It reminds you of the days when he was there and the love was real.
Not everyone would opt to move on in a manner that other people do.
You miss him still and youll miss him until you no longer want to miss him.
It may not sound rational for anyone, but for you it doesnt have to be.
For you this is moving on.
Feeling every inch of the pain.
Reminding yourself over and over again that you lost the love you wanted to last.
You lost the person that you wanted to spend the rest of your lifetime with.
Striving to survive and hoping for the best there is.
Someone who loved the sum total of your being.
