what does “moving on” look like to you? like, is it not thinking about them at all, or just not hurting when you do?

it’s usually not one thing. it’s time small shifts you don’t notice while they’re happening. new people, new habits, random good days they pile up until one day your heart’s lighter and you don’t crave the old chaos anymore.

for me it wasn’t one single moment. it was this slow, weird fade. i stopped checking her socials one day, and realized a week later that i hadn’t thought about her in days. after years of being consumed by her, that silence felt… peaceful. that’s when i knew i was finally free.

when I heard what he was saying about me behind my back