The Strength in our Scars

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This is me moving on. This is me accepting the ache
of missing you. This is me waking up every single day
and tackling the street corners we walked upon, the
corner coffee shops we ate at, the sheets we wrapped
ourselves in at night. This is me waking up every single day, aware of what is missing, but accepting of the
fact that this is my life now, that this is the way things
are going to be. This is me understanding that it is
okay to have my heartbeat speak your name. This is
me understanding that it is okay to miss someone who
was once such a staple in my life. But this is also me
understanding that life does go on. That one day I will
hear the songs and smile, I will sleep in the sheets and
they will no longer smell like you; one day I will fall
in love again, one day I will look back on this and my
hands will not shake with the heaviness of it all.

This is me moving on. This is me accepting the fact
that we will no longer make memories together. This
is me coming to terms with the reality of a future without you. This is me understanding that you will do
everything we had ever spoken about—you will live a
life you are proud of, you will become the person you
told me you hoped you could be, you will take the
trips, you will experience all of the things you wanted
to experience, you will love—deeply and wholly and
with every inch of your patchwork heart, but all of
that will happen without me by your side.

This is me moving on. This is me accepting that you
will, as well. This is me coming to terms with the fact
that someone else is going to fall in love with your
light, that someone else is going to be your biggest
fan. This is me hoping that you will find the love you
deserve. This me me hoping that you will find someone who inspires you and moves you and appreciates
every stunning thing you are. This is me hoping that
you find someone who stirs the deepest parts of your
being, someone who is both your safe place and your
biggest adventure. This is me hoping that you are happy, truly happy, one day

This is me moving on. This is me accepting that sometimes beautiful things end. This is me understanding
that there is nothing I can say or do to fix that. This is
me coming to terms with the fact that sometimes leaving is an act of love, too. That sometimes you have to
walk away from something soft and hauntingly real,
that sometimes hearts don’t align. But this is me accepting that endings don’t have to be messy. This is
me understanding how incredible it really is—that
for a moment in time, in a world of billions, two
strangers were in the right place, at the right time,
and something transpired between them. This is my
heart swelling with the thought—that at one point in
time, we were the lucky ones. At one point in time,
we beat the odds.