Moving on is the hardest thing any child, teenager or adult can do. Moving on requires strength, a kind of strength that very few of us possess. Moving on is the ability to know how you felt, but understanding that those feelings are futile. Moving on is refusing those feelings and shoving them in to the bottle deep inside your chest that holds every emotion you’ve never wanted to deal with, even if the fibers of your very being are falling to pieces because you’re aware of the fact you’ll never feel just the same again because you just won’t. I’m not going to be the one to sit hear and bullshit you that you’ll fall in love just the same again, because once you’ve had those feelings, you will never feel them just the same again. You will never love someone as deeply as the first person you ever loved because at that point, the scars they left are far to deep to heal. You can love again though. Always, you can love again. It’s what we were built to do.