To better things

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“How does it feel to revisit something you once walked away from?” he asked.

There is something that will make me reach for it again, I said, but it’s different. I seem to have forgotten what it’s like to be in that beautiful and tragic place. It’s familiar and warm, but it’s also sad. Nothing seems to belong anymore.

Even so, I long for it. Just a little bit. There will always be a longing for it because it used to be a part of me. It used to consume me because it was the most important thing in the world. It gave me purpose. ‘This is it,’ I would say. I was wrong.

I figured we never really get it right anyway. And maybe we’re wired that way, missing everything and everyone. But we don’t tie ourselves down to that kind of thinking either, especially when it doesn’t make us happy anymore.

Because like everybody else, I eventually left and moved on. It takes a lot of time and a lot of heartache to see it, but we move on and we find it.

We move on from certain dreams and certain wishes. We move on from moments and from each other.

And contrary to what we thought, it actually does get better.