Can you move on from something when you're not sure what it is you're moving on from?

It feels like the city is telling secrets down here, privy only to those who think to listen.

And yes, it was a high school romance, but it was still the kind of romance where I thought we were trying to find a way to make it forever.

Sleep would be so welcome. A warm blanket of black to erase everything else. Sleep without dreams. I've heard people talk about the sleep of the dead. Is that what death would feel like? The nicest, warmest, heaviest never-ending nap? If that's what it's like, I wouldn't mind. If that's what dying is like, I wouldn't mind that at all.

Closure. I loathe that word.

Sometimes you can't know until you know.

Forward momentum. That's my new motto. No regrets. And no going back.