I never knew, until this point, but I just realised moving on was never about the person.
It was the fear.
It was about battling the insecurities, on why people stay, when they have hundred reasons to leave.
It was about trying to put another trust again, on another human being, wishing they would be different.
Are they?
I don't know, though.
It was never about the person.
It was the fear.
It was about fighting for your own values, remembering that I'm so much more worth to be treated equally, and deserved to be myself.
It was about trying to put a foot in front of another, trying to make baby steps, on believing again.
Am I?
I don't know, though.
It was never about the person.
It was the fear.
It was about crawling from the serenity from being alone, hoping nobody could hurt you anymore, cause you did not give any reason to.
It was about trying to put some hopes again, wishing life would be favor me this time, and you were the one.
Are you?
I don't know, though.
You did not make it seem easy, no.
But you made me want to try again.
:)
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