The dull ache stays.
Even though I thought I’ve moved on.
The ache doesn’t leave.
Even though I want it to.
It wanes and waxes, growing and shrinking.
Even though I hate it.
I want to move forward. I’m trying to move forward. I need to move forward.
I can’t stay where I am.
Or can I?
Will the dull ache eventually become numb to me? Will I eventually just stop feeling? Will I eventually be able to swallow these feelings?
One can only hope.
One can only hope that one day this doesn’t hurt.
One can only hope that one day I stop wishing this pain on them.
One can only wish and pray and cry that they eventually move on.
They have to. There is no way to go but forwards.