move on quotes

I’m trying so hard to appreciate the time we had together and be grateful that my soul had the chance to dance with a beautiful soul like yours. I’m trying to gracefully let you go but, damn it, I really wanted you to stay.
—  But most importantly, I just want you to be happy - Jess Amelia 

I want to think
that you did this
for the both of us,
to help us,
because it was
the right thing
to do.

I’d like to believe
that it wasn’t
an easy decision
to come to,
that it wasn’t selfish
but selfless.

And I want to imagine
that you did this
not out of hate or spite,
but out of love.

And that
what we had
was wonderful,
but in the end
was only practice
for us both.

And that now,
what we have
that you
gave us both
was a chance
to grow apart,
for ourselves,
to find ourselves,

and that honestly,
it might have been
the most unselfish,
the most sincere,
the last great act
of love that you
could give to me,

not to have
or to belong,
but to just be.

And from the bottom
of my heart,
I want to say,
I’m sorry,
I miss you,
thank you,

and I hope
one day to
make you proud
of the man
I finally become.

—  the words still haven’t run out (6/27/17), thekaijusleeps
What sucks is to watch yourself slowly fall back into old habits that you’ve tried a million times to break. It’s like every time I find myself climbing out of this deep hole, I slip right back in. Why am I such a failure?

you don’t stop
loving someone
just because
you don’t talk
to each other
anymore.

you don’t start
hating someone
just because
things got tough
or wasn’t all
sunshine and
butterflies
the whole time.

sometimes
things work out,
sometimes
they don’t,

sometimes shit
just happens,
and that’s okay.

love is really,
fucking complicated
guys.
but go with it
when you find it
anyways.

you might
get lucky
or you might not,
but either way
you can say you
tried and learned.

and that’s
important
too.

—  trying to learn from what happened (6/21/17), thekaijusleeps
They say you don’t get over someone until you find someone or something better. As humans, we don’t deal well with emptiness. Any empty space must be filled. Immediately. The pain of emptiness is too strong. It compels the victim to fill that place. A single moment with that empty spot causes excruciating pain. That’s why we run from distraction to distraction and from attachment to attachment.
At this moment in time, you have a new favorite song. I have a new favorite color. You have a new love in your heart. I have a new hopeful hand to hold. We have so many new things to learn, to catch up with, but we never once forgot the fire we both had when we still had each other.
—  Lukas W. // We move on together

She was a pit stop, a road block, a life lesson. One I wasn’t meant to build a home in. She was a town you visit and think about, but not the town you raise your children in. She’s the town that will suffocate you if you don’t leave. The one others look at and go “why do they stay?“
I reluctantly pushed the gas pedal forward, crying when I saw it in the rear view mirror. I desperately tried to circle around and find that town again - but it was blown off the map. That town no longer exists and I’m so thankful that when I searched for it, only remembering the good times I had there - forgetting the rocky foundation, the sinkhole in the middle - it stayed hidden from me. That town taught me lessons, it showed me what I can feel. It also showed me hate, anger, depression, and my worth. That town was a pit stop - not a home.

I’ll continue to push the gas pedal forward.

Pinky.

I remember all the promises we’ve made together—all the good things you’ve said that I thought would last forever. We were like kids writing our futures without knowing how time could change us—how the world will try to always make us reminisce the past. How the people around us will try to mold us into something we didn’t want.

Ring.

It was the different type of love. I don’t know if fate is real or if destiny confuses us about what we feel. But I always imagine you with me, and my heart beating with yours in symphony. It was the most beautiful song I’ve ever heard. The most wonderful feeling I couldn’t get tired of.

Middle.

There’s always something that goes in between. Pedestrians passing by— every time the traffic lights signal us to stop. When you were walking fast yet caught up behind someone who is walking slowly enough. When you already want to do the things you love, but you saw something that puts a doubt in your heart. When you thought you already found someone who you can’t enjoy living without.

Index.

I choose you over anything else, hoping that you’ll also end up picking me over everybody else. Yet I put a finger on your lips telling you to stop spreading all the sugar coated lies. I point to your chest, hoping for you to be honest. Darling I think I couldn’t take it anymore, if you continue to pretend that you still love me more.

Thumb.

Believe when I say that everything will be okay, even if it will take a lot of time for me to heal. In the end I will surely learn from all of this things. I will still carry the love I have somewhere inside me. Not for you, but for—each and every—broken part of me. This is how I should let go of you. One by one, I’ll remove my fingertips away from holding your hands. One by one I’ll let go of you so you can rest and breathe. Day by day, letting go will ease the pain.

And until my hands stop bleeding, my soul will suddenly appreciate the wonderful life I’m living. In the end my heart will learn how to love myself more—and will finally consider it as my home.

—  ma.c.a // I should stop holding on you