For a millisecond yesterday my mind went to Jock. I then got distracted by work and forgot about it, but part of me didn’t. Part of me made me suffer it in my dreams and then wake up to remember the hurt all over again.
I’ve been doing so well. I love my life right now. I’m busy, social ,learning new things, meeting new people. Why can’t I move on from this? Why do I still love him?