Moving On With You

Love is unexpected.
Love is such a mystery.
Love is giving up your happiness.
Love is catching all the sadness.
Love is accepting.
Love is letting go.
Love may say “Hello!” In the end…
Love may say “Goodbye!” though.
Is this really the feeling of being left by the person you loved most?
We met in a spontaneous way, yet we ended so fast.
I already moved on from him, but, why is there something… no, someone, who is always keeping my love for him alive.
Have I already accepted that his gone? Or should I love him again?
Wait… it’s confusing. How should I love this man in front of me if every single move, every single word he says, is a resemblance of my DECEASED lover?
Am I ready to move on from my past?