Moving on...

It seems like a simple phrase when in reality it's not. It can take weeks, months, even years to move on. Whether it be a best friend or a significant other, it will always be hard. Some people are easier to move on from than others, but it will always be hard. Always.

I knew from the beginning we would never work out. You seemed almost too good to be true. You were handsome, smart, and a great hockey player. You were popular, funny, and everything I looked for in a guy.

I wish we worked out, but I guess it was for the better. I loved you, and I still do.

I thought it would be easy to move on once I found out you had kissed another girl. I knew you were never mine to start with, but it still hurt. I thought once I found out you would just disappear from my life, but you didn't. You're still in all my classes, you still send me "streaks" on snapchat, though I never answer you. My heart still jumps a little when I see your name or hear your voice. I still blush when you talk to me. I can't help it.

You were my first "real crush".

I know I will always care about you even if I don't want to. I want to wish you the best. I hope you find a girl you can stay loyal to. I hope you find someone who makes you happy the way you made me happy.

I still love you, but I'm moving on.