“I thought I could do it, but every time I see you I just fall more and more in love with you. I can’t let you go so won’t you just stay?”

“And isn’t it funny that no matter what happens, in the end we always end up running back to each other?”

““You were the first boy I ever loved. I’ll never be able to forget you even though sometimes I wish I could. After you, I forgot how to love. I drowned myself in liqueur and drunken kisses with blurry faces. Because that’s how our love started. Now I know that what we had can’t be recreated. It was one of a kind, burned onto my heart and scarring my memories love. You were the first boy I ever loved. But now I’ve met someone else who could be a different kind of love. A love that could make me realise that the burns and scars you left etched on me, are nothing compared to what losing the real thing could do.”

“I can finally say I moved on.”

““I compare him to you a lot,” she says, a smile growing on her lips. “The way he looks at me, you never looked at me like that. Like I was something precious, something to cherish. You never listened, you’d brush away my views and opinions and insist you were right. He doesn’t. He listens, takes in my view and respects it. You never held me like he does. You’d make it seem like a chore, something you had to do. He takes my hand when I don’t expect it, pulls me close and kisses me like he can’t stop himself.” Her smile is beaming, but it’s not for him. Not anymore. “I compare him to you a lot because now I see how bad you were for me. I thought I was happy with you, but now I know I am so much happier with him than I ever was with you.””

“You learn to live with the heartbreak and love again. That’s called life.”

I know someday I’ll feel better but it will never change the fact that I’ll always miss you.

To everyone wondering if they will ever move on. Yes, you will. It will take you some time. By ‘some time’ I mean a long time. It won’t be easy. In fact, it will probably be the hardest thing you’ll have to go through. Moving on is messy. It is either being too happy or too sad at 3am. It is laughing till your stomach aches, or crying till there are no more tears to be cried and you just feel dead inside. Moving on is the shaking of your hands and the breaking of your voice when you realise that there will never be a them and you again. Moving on is wondering what you did wrong and why you just weren’t good enough for them. Moving on also means eating less and drinking more alcohol than you should. It also means stopping everything that you’re doing and thinking about them. Actually, you will think about them a lot. You will see their favourite restaurant and you will think of them. You will hear their favourite song and you will think of them. You will look at your coffee and the shade of brown will resemble the colour of their eyes. At one point they will be all you think about. It starts the moment you wake up and never ends because even in your dreams they will be haunting you. But one day you will wake up and you will feel okay. The next day you will feel more than just okay, you will be fine. You will think of them still, yes. But it’s going to be a different kind of thinking. It will be a “wherever they are, I hope that they are fine and happy” kind of thinking. You will have moved on. You will have survived this hell. You will slowly but surely forget them more and more each day, and forgetting will never have felt that sweet. But you have to let yourself hurt before you can heal, remember. To everyone wondering if they will ever move on, you will.

and without you i bloom