Moving on is moving ahead.
A vision to explore forward. A choice of choosing oneself.
Choosing to be happy again.
Choosing to not be held back.
It's like a barefoot walk on the beach.
Loitering around , towards the waves.
But each imprint that you leave behind, doesn't fade while you're moving ahead.
Just like all the new moments to be lived, can not wash away the memories of past.
Magic of initial glances, connecting of the hearts,
Memories of bliss and tears, imprints of deep yet invisible scars.
The comfort of the known,
The essence of the connection.
Those reasons that led to friction,
And conflicts overcasting the affection.
But despite the lingering feeling of the familiar,
we choose to loosen the strings holding us back.
Vision of the future, walking past the past.
Choice of one's happiness, remoulding in the old cast.
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