At the end of the day all we have is memories

Moving on is hard

I've accepted that we can't be but I've also accepted that you're going to be that one person I carry with me for the rest of my life, the one who is always going to make my heart jump a little and my stomach tie up in knots. No matter how happy I am otherwise and no matter how long it's been. The one I will always wish had secretly asked me to go do something even though I'm happier with the guy that did. Do you realize how incredibly difficult it is to accept both those things at once?