"I’ve moved on, I know I’ve moved on because I’m no longer thinking of him."
I confessed but there’s something missing, I just can’t say it and there’s a neurotic feeling that hit me inside, my knees trembled and my toes started to curl and the loneliness that I’ve been hiding started to creep out in every part of my body.
"But when you saw him with someone else, you know you’ve fucked up. Right? It’s a tiny crack feeling that knocked up inside your heart but you know little by little, it’s eating and killing you alive, slowly but surely, making you realize that moving on is not just something a word that you can spat and later on do it, because you can’t just move on just by telling yourself you’re over with him. You have to accept everything and no matter how hard it is, you need to let go every moment and memory you had with him. You have to think of him everyday, no, don’t stop or pretend of not thinking of him, accept every worst part, admit it yourself and one day, you’ll be surprised that you’ll be no longer thinking of him, he’ll be just a part of your past, and yes, you will be able to let go of him, completely."
