Moving On!

So I have finally moved on.

No, by moving on, I do not imply that your thoughts won’t cross my mind.

By moving on, I do not imply that it does not hurt any more.

By moving on, I do not imply that I will forget all about you.

How can I? Those were precious years. There were bitter times too.

But we had too many beautiful moments that outnumber the sour moments.

I was a girl when I met you. With you, I grew to be a woman.

I might still be a little lost, but I also found a part of me that I did not know existed.

With you, I evolved as a person. I believe you grew with me too.

So no, I cannot forget you. Ever.

The fact that there is no “US” anymore will not stop hurting me.

The intensity will eventually reduce.

I know it has.

The wound may heal. The pain will remain.

For I did love you, with all abandon.

Yes. I have moved on.

By moving on, I mean that I have now acknowledged our paths have changed.

By moving on, I mean that I have realized that we won’t grow old together.

By moving on, I mean that I have finally accepted that you and I are not meant to be.

By moving on, I mean that I now admit that there is no “US”.

But I have moved on.

I have moved on because I made my peace with the break-up.

I have moved on because I no longer carry any hope for “US”.

I have moved on because finally I am willing to live a life without you.

Remember? There was time when we thought nothing in the world could separate us?

Remember? You once told me that I will be all right and I will be better?

Yes, my tears wouldn’t stop, and there you were, saying things like:  “One day you’ll stop crying my bear. One day you’ll be happy that I left.

…… . .  .  .    .     .

I have stopped crying.

But am I happy that you left? I still choke up when I am reminiscing our moments together.

That will stay.

But I have stopped crying. I have learnt to live knowing that you are no longer part of my life.

I still find a reason to smile. I laugh. I dance.

I have, moved on.

But I will always love you

B