The phrase “moving on” can eat a bag of dicks. I know what people mean. I really do. They mean keep living. Keep building. Don’t freeze at the point of loss forever. Fine. But “moving on” sounds like departure. Like replacement. Like leaving something behind that is in no way left behind inside me. I’m not moving on from her. At best I am moving with the wound.
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