moving on

Moving on is a hard thing to do.

Sometimes, there’s nothing you can do but hope for that person to just come right back to you, then everything will be alright.

There are always some things that you just can’t speak to anyone else about.

Your hobbies.

Your favorite movies.

Music.

Everything that you once loved with that person, every lyric and every color that you see will remind you of something that you two once did together.

Moving on requires more than just a simple goodbye and hand shake.

It takes months, years even, to fully understand why that particular person came and left just like that, up and out, from your life.

And some days are easier.

Some days, you feel it again, the simple nostalgia those summer nights left.

The feeling of happiness, which is so prominent in that moment, yet if you take it for granted, will be gone the next.

What hurts the most is the realization that no other soul will ever be exactly like the person you had to leave behind.

No matter how much they make you feel; happiness, sadness, bittersweet joy, nothing will ever amount to the feelings and love you had for that one person.

You’ll see them everywhere.

Portraits of moments hang up along the walls of your brain, molding and dusting with no other person there to take care of it.

Places, eyes, anything really that you see that remotely strikes them inside your brain again causes a chain reaction.

A spiral.

Because no matter how hard you try, how much you distract yourself or attempt to replace every little thing that the two of you shared, nothing will feel the same.

Moving on is a hard thing to do.