How a person treats you is a reflection of them, not you – things you tell yourself when going through the aftermaths of a breakup.
Why do they call it moving on? Like it’s a feel-good thing.
Moving on doesn’t feel good. It hurts.
It’s like deciding to go on a diet. Or quitting soda drinks cold turkey.
It sucks at first, and the only bright spot is the logic part of your brain telling you you’re doing the right thing. In time, that voice will get louder. And easier to believe.
And one day, you would have moved on.
But not today. Today, you’re still moving on.
And it feels awful.
It is admitting you made a mistake, a poor decision. It’s admitting you lived with this mistake either oblivious or too stubborn to admit it.
You should have known. The signs were there.
When her words didn’t change but her actions did. You should have known.
She kept saying I love you but she stopped calling. You should have known.
She stopped caring. And then she stopped talking. You should have known.
Finally, you pull the plug, and the dejection overwhelms you.
This you knew. Anticipated.
It didn’t stop you feeling like your heart had been run over by a steam train.
I let you in where no one has been before. You went in and awakened places in me that I never thought I had, then left me when I’d come to depend on you – thoughts that keep you crying into your sheets at night.
So yes, moving on sucks. But staying put would suck even more.
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