Moving On

The scars of one’s romantic endeavors are often the kind that remains years after their initial impact.

Instead of dispelling this sense of despair or perceived loneliness, I want to encourage myself and others to own it.

I am grateful to see that love comes into my life every day.

A hummingbird. A summer breeze.

Everything changes. One day, you wake up and you realize that you can start again.

You just gotta keep breathing and keep moving.


Photos by me

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