Moving On

Moving on feels like

       tubs of cookie dough ice cream. pounds of strawberry and cream

Moving on feels like

       soggy, crinkled tissues

Moving on feels like
       sometimes I might never get over it

Moving on feels like

       one step back, two step forwards, three steps down

Moving on feels like

       sometimes our past never even existed

Moving on feels like

       being used to a little piece of my heart missing

Moving on feels like

       asking yourself "did we have fun?", "were we even happy?", "did we have good moments?"

Moving on feels like

       asking yourself, were we ever even in love?

Moving on feels like

       you're dating yourself sometimes

Moving on feels like

       wisdom and clarity

Moving on feels like

       stupidity and drunken mistakes

Moving on feels like

         denying the one undeniable connection
                 

Moving on feels like

       am I moving too fast with him?

Moving on feels like

       heavy armor. Walls up, arrows pointed. You're not going to get to me.

Moving on feels like

      small giggles. soft glances. blushing moments. just maybe. maybe.

Moving on feels like

      a drunken perfect mistake

Moving on feels like

      wait - you like me even when I do that? You're telling me, I'm not crazy?

Moving on feels like

      armor down. Walls tumble. Gates open for you - slowly, steadily

Moving on feels like

      running and running. Fear that it'll happen again.

Moving on feels like

      snails. we're gonna take it niceeee and sloooow.

Moving on feels like

      i'm ready

         to begin 

               again

                                i can do this again.

Moving on feels like -

      you can love again.

                                i love again

Moving on feels like -

      worth. you're worth love. 

                                you are worth it.

Moving on feels like something that you have to take at your own pace. Moving on is a beautiful process, a process in which you learn the beauty in humanity, in those that you've loved, in yourself and in your own heart. 

You learn to appreciate vulnerability and just how brave and open your heart can be. Maybe moving on isn't even truly even about being "moved on", you know? Maybe we hold onto the things we try to move on from because our hearts are just that big. Maybe it's about the entire process, the upwards climb, and the decisions we make when we choose to heal our hearts, when we choose what we need instead of what we desire. In the long run it doesn't matter how long it takes you to move on, what matters is what you do out of love for others, and out of love for yourself.

Look back for a moment, and see the mountain you've climbed. You've done it.  :)