Moving On..(frfr this time)
It’s strange looking back on that post i made last november about him called "moving on", almost like reading someone else’s story. Since then, a lot has changed, me, my life, my heart. I really thought I’d be stuck forever in that haze of half-memories and lingering what-ifs. But I’m not. And the most surreal part is that he was the one to come back! Right when I felt like I’d finally moved on, he reappeared, like some kind of test to see if I was really free of him. I’ll admit, for a moment, I let myself hope. Maybe this was the sign I’d been waiting for, the answer to all those prayers. I thought, " What if he’s the one after all?" It was tempting to imagine that maybe everything we’d been through meant something and that maybe this time it would be different. But as we got to know each other again, it didn’t take long to see the truth: he wasn’t what I needed. He wasn’t who I’d imagined him to be. That ache I’d carried around for so long was go...
