Moving on is one task I never see complete.
I couldn't forget many things if I tried.
I'll never forget when he was my best friend.
I'll never foget the nights we walked and left our shoes off because it was just that warm.
I still see us standing at the water on our walks.
I still see the person he was and who he made me. I still cry because I'll never be that girl again. So untouched by pain, so naive to what he would do. I remember the first time he touched me. He showed me the stars. He made me feel special and wanted and important. Those were the happiest days I've ever experienced. I still feel all the boys who touched me after him. With their strange ***** hands. All still unknown to me. I remember thinking they would be all I could have. I was there for their use. A kiss is just a kiss. It doesn't mean that he'll love you in the morning. Wake up. Show yourself the stars. Leave your shoes by the door. Whisper to the wind and know that the sun will come with new seasons and people to let go of, and when it sets you can look at the moon and know that he will be looking too.