You know you’ve moved on when you find other people beautiful. When you don’t avert your eyes but keep them steady or

You know you’ve moved on when you find other people beautiful.

When you don’t avert your eyes but keep them steady

or when you stay the night, the last one at the party,

and you don’t feel sorry. or empty. or guilty

because whatever, where are you going anyway?

i used to sit here, in this same pub in this same city

7 years ago, writing another book,

like i am now

again

and i wrote myself out of heartbreak with that book

like i am now

i guess.

in some ways maybe i’ve written myself into heartbreak this time but i’m coming out of it.

at least i find other people beautiful again. they make me smile. maybe more than i have before and i have a good feeling about things.

You know you’ve moved on when you find other people beautiful.

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