A Short Note About Moving On
And for the first time, I didn’t notice 35th street.
I looked up, and you were already long gone.
Forgetting someone is a funny thing.
One moment, you can’t drink your coffee or take the train or walk down the street without thinking of them.
And then out of nowhere, it changes.
Having a cup of coffee is no longer synonymous with regret.
You watch the world go by through the train windows, and you notice how much has changed around you.
You notice how much you have changed.
You learn how to walk down the street alone without feeling lonely.
You’ve stopped searching for their face in everyone you pass.
You put one foot in front of the other until things start to make sense again.
Until you start to make sense again.
I don’t think there is a timeline for this type of thing.
You can’t pick a date on your calendar and decide that “this will be the day I am free of them.”
Moving forward takes time.
And time, we ultimately have so little control over.