So this is what it's like to move on.
It's crappy, harsh and full of reluctance followed by acceptance.
It's when you realize he won't call or visit because he's too busy , as he's always been , with his work and future prospect.
When it doesn't matter anymore if you see him out or not because your heart won't skip and you won't feel awkward.
When persons mention his name , you feel neutral other than reminiscent or excited.
Having fun with others and knowing that it's alright , and you too can be just as happy or better without him.
Being truly happy for them no matter where life takes the relationship that you two shared. Being able to admire or think about him at a distance, and there's nothing wrong with remaining to care.
Slowly feeling relaxed and free to go out, meet others and enjoy yourself without guilt or second thoughts.
No longer does the thought of my ex, creep in at every corner or back door of my mind.
The future is simply an open, blank paged book, aching for me to compile and record the words, thoughts and experiences that will shape my novel called Life.
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