When a relationship ends I feel disoriented and struggle to find my balance. I try to lean on him and fall over. I see through his eyes and am drawn to what he likes. I follow these markers and get lost. I expect him and he is absent. He is still in there with me. And I feel it! It is loud and crowded and too hot.
But eventually the body runs clear and I am singular.
Last night I wrote in my journal what has been the opening line all week, "Today was great."
Good times right John?