Move

Used to really look forward to this very day of the month. The monthsary dinner. The long walks. The bus journey where you sat right next to me. The camwhore moments. The suppers we had. Simply everything to do with you.

Today. I locked myself alone in the room, listening to your favourite few songs and did nothing but think of you. I know it's still a wishful part of me, thinking that everything will go back to the past again.

But after today, I will move on.
I will have to.