Moving On Doesn’t Exist

We should instead move forward with our memories.

Photo by Khamkéo Vilaysing on Unsplash

Yellow flowers were heralding the spring’s coming. The blue sea was lying like an ironed sheet before our eyes. The golden sun was reflecting on the flowers, the sea, and our eyes.

Springs used to come with hope into my life — love, joy, and peace. The scene promising my life’s bright blossoms would remain a sad…