I Moved To A Different City To Forget You But Did I?

Young love is a wonderful thing that’s why it also hurts a lot to lose it.

I had my first heartbreak when I was about seventeen. Ours was a small city and everywhere I went, I remembered a certain memory where you were in. It was hard for me, especially when four years ended so badly. People we knew asked and talked a lot about us and that wasn’t helping in any way until this city and the people in it became toxic. So one day, I decided to pack my bags and brave a new city.

Living away from home wasn’t easy for a seventeen year old. I had to do everything by myself which included groceries, laundry, finding food to eat on TOP of having classes six times a week. It can be quite stressful!

But let me tell you something about living in a new city; NO ONE knows you. NO ONE knows about your past and the stupid mistakes you made and I felt relieved. I get to be with amazing people as who I am now without being judged for the mistakes I did and that made me so happy, not to mention living in a new city with new adventures in store for you. It was great and I didn’t even think about you anymore…until it was time to go home.

I realized that this small city will always be home. And as this was a small city the chances of seeing you with another was also quite big and I was surprised that I was still affected, not much anyways, but there’s still that sting.

So I realized this: no matter how far a place I move to, I will never forget you. I’m not saying that in like a “I want you back” manner though, it’s more in a “it’s a fact” manner. I won’t ever forget you because you, despite the bad, have imparted much in my being in those 4 years and how can I forget that?

Overtime I realized that pain, as well as happiness, will always pass. Stuff can happen in life that can be so unexpected and that is okay. Growing-up, in the end, means forgiving even when the person least deserves it; and accepting that it has happened in order to keep moving forward in life.