I believe no one really, completely moves on. When you fall in love with someone, you give them a piece of you that you’ll never get back. I don’t know what it is, but when you move on, something still remains. Maybe it’s a fragment of your lost love, no matter how little it is, that’s always gonna be there.
I love listening to this song, especially at night, when it rains. Like right now. 🙂
From Michael Johnson’s Dialogue (1979)