My attention has always been you. Be it when I’m pissed or stuff. I can never stop thinking about you.

Sometimes I look back and see all of the mistakes I’ve made, remember the promises that were broken, the lines that were redrawn, the tears that were shed, and everything I could have done differently but I guess I don’t really want to change a thing because it brought me to where I am now, to you, and that makes it all worth it.

Moving on doesn’t necessarily mean that the love is gone. More often than not, it means that deep inside you are dying—rotting horribly—and it’s the only way left that you may live.