Some would say I haven’t moved on but some things get to me.
Like when I know a couple I truly know a couple and they have fun play and adore each other
They went on a well deserved vacay
And I remember wanting to spend every minute with him
Wanting to get away with him
Loving him that my heart just could burst
He no longer gives me butterflies and I no longer feel much of anything anymore for him
But when I notice..
and I know that kind of glitter exists for other couples it’s rather beautiful
And I’d be a liar to say I wasn’t a tad envious
But I’m crying not so much out of sadness but just I guess because it’s sad does that make sense
Remembering what I felt for him was magic no matter if it wasn’t reciprocated
I remember what I felt and I find it sad I may never feel that again
But I find strength that I am not bitter about it and can press on without going into a big terrible depression
Without screaming how much I hate him.
Because a part of me still does, her too
But it no longer keeps me for long and I can just work through my hate and sadness and get on with the rest of my life❤❤❤
Much love to you all