You never move on because you want to. You move on because you have to. At first, it’s shitty. Your heart feels like it’s at the bottom of your stomach.

You’re nervous and you can’t get them off your mind. Eventually it’ll fade. The gut wrenching feeling will go away. You’ll realize you are safe without them. Although you’ll maybe wish about the would’ve and could’ve.

You’ll have enough…

she mentioned your name My heart pinched Eyes steady awaiting for her inquiry

Her: How is he?

Me: We haven’t spoken in weeks, I have no idea but …I think about him daily

Her: You’re wait for him then?

Me: No, I just never reach out these days

So you enjoy pain, she says

Me: …It doesn’t hurt anymore

This was the last sentence in our conversation about you.

J. Saunders