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.
Sometimes I write 