I didn’t move on.
I just learned how to live with it.
Every day I act normal,
but inside, the same feelings stay awake.
Memories show up without warning,
and my heart still reacts like it’s day one.
I laugh, I talk, I function—
but some part of me is stuck in the past.
Not because I want to suffer,
but because letting go feels harder than holding on.
This isn’t weakness.
It’s what happens when something meant too much.
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