I suppose it's in the eyes of the beholder, but I would say such expressly. Whether one wants to move on or not is a matter of how susceptible they are to taking rein upon their emotions autonomously and how strong one may be in that facet. But I think everyone moves on eventually and to ebb and flow is a nature of life, in my opinion. We form attachments, wade and immerse in them wistfully, then move on in our ever evolution of sorts one way to another as we disconnect and reconnect in both consciousness and subconsciousness. And as much as we love, we do, one way to another, hurt the ones we love. Rather, hurting is inherent in sociological demeanor and inherent in all things that cling to life. We attack one another to prove superiority in some way, then repeat a cycle that gives allowance for no breath of fresh air, no matter how sympathetic and pandering we may be. Some call it everyday living. A select few look beyond it. Others would rather nonchalantly brush it off and cling to the simplicity, especially in a world where convenience is at the touch of a button. Which is ironic because with no offense, in that way we leech off of the free thinkers that have given us just that.
But that escalates into many a notion. At length, I would rather chalk it all down to one's will and how that is their greatest weapon, because one can be as scathing as they can be loving with it and it exceeds the parameters of any material good, in my honest opinion. Can there be life after unrequited love (two words that don't mesh well by my view, as I don't think love is a selective thing, or that it caters to any one denominator)? I feel that way. Is that ultimately up to will? I think so.
