Moving on isn’t always about the person who left. Sometimes, it’s about making peace with the ache they left behind. We confuse sadness with their absence, but what if the sadness was always ours? What if their goodbye only uncovered what was already there?

This isn’t a story of heartbreak—it’s a story of clarity. Of realizing that what I mourned wasn’t love, but the time spent sitting with my own pain.

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It Was Never Him—Just the Ache I Carried

I have a feeling—
It’s not about him.
It’s just the sadness.
And he’s not the reason.

I’m used to the ache—
He’s doing well.
I saw him—
Laughing, enjoying, having fun.

The important thing?
When I saw him—
I smiled.
I didn’t cry.

Does that mean—
I have moved on?

He’s with someone else.
I have someone special too.
But it’s not about them—
It’s about the time
I spent with the ache.

He was never the cause.
I’m just familiar with pain.

I never prayed for him—
So I can’t complain.
I never cried for him in my prayers—
So I guess—
I never really wanted him.

I never loved him enough
To make him stay.
No wonder we parted ways.

I never truly cared—
So how can I start now?

I’ve never loved unconditionally.
I loved with conditions.

I always fell—
For handsome faces.
And discovered later—
It was the only thing I fell for.

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We often confuse love with attachment and heartbreak with emptiness. But sometimes, clarity is painful. You realize that some people aren’t wounds—they’re mirrors. They show you how you love and why you ache.

So, did I move on? Yes. But not because I stopped thinking about him.
I moved on because I stopped blaming him for my sadness.

Because moving on isn’t about forgetting.
It’s about understanding.
And then—
Letting go.