Three, has now been gone for nearly a year, away from his home, further away from me.
I was reflecting on his absence the other day to a friend, who told me briefly that it had been a year, and it was time to move on. That meant facing the fact that he wasn't coming back, he was away, for good. I had to embrace the fact that he had made new friends and that he mostly forgot about his old life here.
Don't get me wrong, he should have moved on, but there was a part of me wishing that he would come back and stay. Images of fantasies flood through my mind. But fantasy is far from reality. That's the thing that hurts the most, the tricks your minds plays on you. Trying to give you hope when there is none left.
Yes, it's been a year.
Am I ready to move on from the second pocket boy?
I am always up for the challenge.
Let us begin.
XOXO
Alice
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The Pocket Boy
Cerita PendekMy life story and how one boy scarred me forever, and how loosing friends didn't define me. Three Pocket Boys, two past, one present.
