Moving on is a myth
Time heals everything, they say.
Well, let me tell you, this is bullshit. Time doesn’t heal anything. It only heaps more events on top of your grief so your mind would be occupied with them instead. But one day, if you sift through that heap, you will find that beneath it all, the wound is still there: still bleeding, still raw, still paining like this would be the end of you.
Moving on is a myth.
We never stop loving the people who once owned our hearts.
We only stop hoping they would be ours.