Moving On

I’ve come to realize something.

No matter how much I ignore it, I will never be able to move on.

We all have that thing.

That thing that made you, you…and me, me.

That past thing you can’t shake.

It’s neither good nor bad; it’s just who you were.

Habits of old, why won’t you leave me?

I still catch myself doing dry throws in public places.

I’ve come to realize something.

I will never be able to move on.

And that’s okay.