Here I am, recognizing the need to move on. Again. For the nth time. And voilà the same questions again :
What am I moving on from? Am I moving on from my love for him or from him? Am I moving on from how I used to be when I was loving him? Or from the feeling that I didn’t get the love and respect that I thought I had deserved?
Will I ever move on from his light? I see flashes of him kissing me right there on the corner of the train. How am I ever gonna take the subway without seeing flashes of him? Reviewing his kisses makes me forget that I have to move on. My mind is such a puddle of mud right now filled with broken glasses. What do I do when he tries to reconnect again just like the way he has done so many times before? Would I finally get tired of jumping in the puddle?