My kind of man
There was a time where I undoubtedly believed in the concept of moving on, a magical moment in the future where you forget the existence of that once loved person and life is suddenly, rainbows and unicorns dancing on the street. The whole girls’ nights and blind dates to speed up healing thing? Total nonsense, spoon-fed by media to make heartbreak look glamorous. Truth is, moving on is just a pretty little myth we tell ourselves so we don’t break down in public. We don’t move on, the memories just collect dust as we try to tuck our ugliest, messiest moments in the back of our mind drawers. I do not want to be the one to say this but there is never going to be a day where everything blends into normal, just days where things start to hurt less. We don’t move on, we hide the sad, fuzzy feelings in a dark corner of our mind hoping that it doesn’t get pulled out by that cute sweater your once friend gave last summer. But that’s the...
