i know we're talking, but i guess there are still things i can't say to you directly.

like how i dreamt of you tonight.

how i held your hand in the dream

and how it felt so real, too real.

I know i said i'll start moving forward

moving on from what we had

I know thats what you need, thats what you want

but i guess moving forward doesn't mean im done,

it doesn't mean i'll be done missing you

it doesn't mean you'll stop crossing my mind

cause i think moving forward means accepting that

some days i will miss you, some days more than the others

random times of the day i will think of you, and

a lot of days i will still pray for you.

moving forward might look like this.

me writing pages and pages of letters

moving forward doesn't mean forgetting you,

cause maybe it could mean seeing your name, your face, your pictures and feel joy from what we had,

and maybe its loving you but being okay knowing that 

there's no longer a me and you. 🥲