My version of you moving on never involved love.

I could picture you in the arms of another, saying the words and even starting a life together but never meaning it.

I felt entitled to you, not your being but rather the experience of being really loved by you. I wanted to own the parts of you that made me feel whole.

Copyright Jade Novelist

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