When I no longer check my phone to see if he has called.
When I no longer "have" to see him, but actually want to, or when I can be truly comfortable with the fact that I may never again, if the truth be told.
When I no longer wake to the thoughts of "this".
When I feel like people have something else to talk to me about.
When I don't care that they change their Facebook relationship statuses.
When I no longer look over my shoulder at the shops, in the Main St, at the Bakery, at the servo, for fear of seeing 'them".
When I'm truly happy, I'll know I've truly moved on.
I never believed that that day would happen, but now I'm starting to think it just might.