One thing that life taught me very late is one never moves on. A part of us is always left there, with that person, in the past. Our job is to try finding a new person in what's left of us so that the one left behind doesn't seem like us anymore.
You know you have loved when every cell in your body starts to tingle as his name arrives in conversation You know you have been hurt when every cell in your body starts to squeeze in anxiety when he asks you to trust him again You know you have healed when his name becomes just a name and your cells glide along your body, maybe a little less freely than your soul does
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