we all ask ourselves that one question. "if the story is over, why am i still writing on these empty pages?"
moving on takes as much courage as the day you confessed your love for that person. you're anxious, there are several thoughts that came to mind before you could even start the conversation. and when you move on...
... it gets scary. you're on your own.
we all have our own ways when we grieve, that's what he told me. some may shrug it off and continue on life as if nothing happened. some keep themselves busy for distraction. most of us cry the pain out. ice cream helps. but it was never easy. nothing ever is. and i realized just how sad it can get.
the more we try to take a step forward, a part of us will always refuse to go.
how do you know that you've moved on? there's no exact time to tell when. and we can't force ourselves to suddenly stop loving someone. but there's a time when you wake up, and the sun's rays will feel warm again. sunsets won't be so sad anymore.
the choice is always ours to make. sometimes, courage is all about taking that small step. the first leap. there's gonna be a day when you'll miss them less. a day when you'll cry less.
the more we try to take a step forward, a part of us will always refuse to go; it's okay. when you move on, it gets scary, and it's okay.
because, moving on takes time. run free, heart of mine.
- she was dearly loved ; 1998
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When The Wind Whispers
RandomThis is a compilation of my stories, and are all based from the author's creative mind. I consider writing as a way of expressing myself. Moving on is something easier said than done. I have created this compilation to collect my thoughts whenever...
