I’m slowly learning that it’s okay to look back and realize how different things are now, how different we’ve all become.
How do I go back from drowning to floating in love?
Sometimes I think of small gestures. If our lives fit into an infinite web of small gestures, memories and past experiences, isn’t there a chance that we just might find bits of ourselves in someone else?
There were memories that I WANTED to forget.
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.