The thing about having moved on from a relationship is that it always come back to you. You won’t know when but it will always happen. It will happen when you least expect it. When you aren’t looking. When you’re at your weakest.
You can tell yourself that you’ve moved on and that you don’t want anything to do with it but the way I’ve experienced it is entirely different.
I too, once, kept telling myself that I had moved on. That it wouldn’t affect me in any way from that point onwards. Now I know that it does affect me in certain ways where I think twice before doing anything so that I don’t have fingers pointed at me.
It gets frustrating.
It gets annoying.
You live with it.
The circle is complete now.
