You can’t help but smile at the memories you made in those four years. Four years that felt more like 10 years. Crazy how four years now feels like four months.
This is me moving on from you, forever altered by the lessons you gave me and determined to never repeat them.
This is where my story ends.
Are you still living in that time that’s long past?
You came a little too late to be his first. So what? You can make yourself his last. You can stay. And you can make him stay.
You’ve always been there. Treading the shallow waters of my consciousness. Never straying too far from land.
Why would he be doing anything wrong, he said I was his #1 girl.
You can make new friends, in a new city, and live a life so full that you don’t miss your past. You’re allowed to be happy.
So after we part one day in that place where lovers part, I won’t chase after your voice, trying to feel something that no longer exists
When you lose someone, you don’t just lose them once. You lose them every single day, you lose them slowly.