Moving On

As much as I hated it, I learned to move on. I forgot your name, your face. I realized you weren't coming back. No matter how much I prayed to a God that I still don't believe exist, however many nights I dreamed of your voice and your smile, you weren't going to return.

I saw you for you, never once tried to take you for granted. I let you in, let you get close. I became the person you shaped me to be, trying to be a better girlfriend to please you. I changed what you said needed to be changed, I ignored everyone who you didn't like. I lost my friends, my family, and parts of me I didn't know I'd need, just for you to end up as the person my kids won't know, despite how badly I wanted it with you. 

Moving on was a big step. I took time away from you, stopped talking so often, deleted your pictures. I let the little family that still liked me forget all about you so they'd stop asking. I started talking to new people, not anything big, just made more friends who I wouldn't have to drop for anyone. I met someone who treated me better, who didn't make me change myself to fit into the role of the girlfriend he wanted.

I didn't move on completely. I hesitated when he told me he liked me. It was hard to move on knowing you could still possible want me to wait. Yet, I did. 

Author's Note

Uhm, yikes, it's short

Reviews

[Marie Kinnett]

This is really good. Getting the feeling of being able to move on. great writing.
Love, Marie

[Elli🦝]

Thank you!

[Marie Kinnett]

Np love your writing always