It’s ok to be sad, I told myself as I sunk into the plane seat. Around me families, couples, friends were organising themselves to prepare for 13 hours of being trapped in a metal cigar. I was in mourning, like an idiot, for something that never existed. Nothing had changed, except I had. A life of dull progress interspersed with intensely painful
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" One day I’d be scenery dressing in an old photo " and " I needed to move on, so that one day she would be a background character in my story as well. "
I thought these were the best lines that told your theme in a nutshell.
Moving on is so difficult .... :(
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