It’s fascinating how just several months ago, seeing Ben would stir up sadness or tears, likely because the breakup was still fresh and I missed our connection, or perhaps because his presence provided a sense of companionship. However, yesterday, while retrieving more of my belongings from his house and driving back into town, I noticed a significant shift. I didn’t feel sad at all; in fact, I didn’t feel much of anything. I was surprisingly okay. I simply resumed my day without being weighed down by emotions. Even while at his place, surrounded by memories, none of it seems to affect me. It’s as if I’ve reach a point of acceptance or closure. I feel like I have reached closure and ready for whatever will unfold next, until then I will keep moving forward and making the most out of small moments, lots of joy and big blessings that find me each new day.
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