how can I move on?

How can I move on?

The question haunts me with its very existence—

Like a melodic dissonance

refusing to find a resolution

Like a sunset that lingers

rejecting the idea of nightfall

Like a puzzle missing its final piece

always and forever unsolved

Like a river that won't stop flowing

defying the banks that wish to contain it

Like a dream that clings to the edge of wakefulness

yet ever-present in the dawn

Like a star that pierces the night sky

unfathomably distant.

How can I move on?

I know every chapter woven into your heart's strings,

Strings of all colors and feelings and sizes—

The thick string of blue that contains every tear your eye has shed

every time you shut that door in anguish and attempted to drown it all away

The still-growing string of gold that sprouted when we met

when I showed you that your feelings were beautiful, like treasures

The heavy string of brown that is barely hanging on for dear life

bearing down with self-doubt and anxieties, yet important in its own way

The string of pink in which I have forever made my mark

just as you have made your lovely mark in my own heart.

How can I move on?

Your story has become a part of the melody that plays in my heart—

Moving on is not a matter of lessening my past love,

of retracting the love that was given

It is a matter of reconciling with the fact that

hearts change and minds remember

I must learn to chart a new course to embrace a new horizon

hope lying ahead

My young heart did not anticipate how much a seed of love can grow

in such a short period of time.