I’ve moved on.
I know this, because now when people mention your name I don’t immediately crumble into a pile of tears. And I don’t spend all my time conjuring up scenarios of us that will never happen in a million years.
But recently, I was telling a friend of mine that she should move on from her ex, but she left me baffled by asking me ‘Isn’t there a part of you that still thinks you guys may end up together?’
That’s something I’ve never thought about. But I did.
Yes, at a certain point in my life, I could’ve sworn that you were the one. That if there was a ever a person with whom I could’ve pictured spending eternity with, I would’ve said your name without thinking about it.
Because you were everything that I wanted in the person I wanted to call mine.
But you’ve changed, from the one you’ve gone to just someone.
I don’t know what the future holds.
Maybe you will miraculously turn into my Prince Charming.
But as of now. We’re friends, acquaintances. And that’s good enough.