Moving on…

I must admit, moving on was tough. It was like killing a part of yourself and be someone you are not. “How are you feeling now”, someone asked. It feels like someone has erased 2 years of my life. At one end, I am happy that I am no longer in pain or hurt. However, at the same time there is a part of me trying to remember all that I have forgotten. It was like ripping a piece of your heart out and keeping it in a locker. You have the key but you are afraid of opening it and feel all those memories and emotions that you are trying to forget.

My heart is now broke but I am smiling. Smiling like everything is OK. My eyes are dry and a sense of sorrow is there. I wish it was that easy for me to move on, just like you did. You have caused enough pain and so do I. Now it’s time to mend it all and time to let go. But now it’s over and we can’t live the past. The past full of never ending care, emotions and unconditional love.