I wanted to go back but a voice in me told me to remember.  Yes, I still remember the heaviness in my heart as I tried to grope for something, feeling like drowning, because I left my heart where I came from.

Long ago, I found a formula for moving on.  Lack of communication + time + distance + deciding to move on = moving on completely.  Right now, time is all I need.  I need to give it some time.