My inability to move on from previous hurt is preventing me from fully living and enjoying my life. These words are what came from the news that I learned today, that the guy I have not been able to get past for all of these many,
many months
has moved on. These words came after the tears on the drive home and the worry of looking ridiculous & pathetic. These words are inspired, somewhat, by the over 100 poems written by my mother in her youth in a folder currently sitting on the floor next to my bedside table. I just hope that, way in the future, my kids never have to feel this kind of heartache.
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