I’m used to this feeling.
Moving on doesn’t hurt so much anymore.
My feet stopped dragging last month.
My lungs no longer feel
on the verge of collapse.
I think you conditioned a certain kind of break—
somewhere between my kisses and hers.
The realization hit quietly:
wanting something—someone—too badly
can take the fun out of living.
Caught in swirls of jealousy,
the confines of sadness,
lust burrows itself
between common sense and ignorance.
Is anything that takes away your smile
really worth having?
Forget the expectations of feeling.
All that’s left is gratitude.
Living in the present
taught me to appreciate pain
as the kiss of life.
Because if I can still feel—
even the worst of it—
at least I’m alive.
The beauty in moving on
isn’t loving less.
It’s loving at a distance.
-AB
Song of the night – All We Ever Knew by The Head and the Heart
Wishful Thinking 
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