nocturne's bliss

Stolen glances, missed opportunities, the story of us. I’ve been down this road with you over and over again and I’ve grown sick of it. The road I’m walking on has the sound of your name constantly reverberating in my mind and it leads me down memory lane where I fall back to square one. Sparks and motion reignited and feelings rekindled. “Stop!” I tell myself. There’s no point in being nostalgic over something that has come and gone with no plan of ever returning. It’s time to take the first step into the new path. The last stage of letting go: Acceptance.

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