I can generally move about my life now. Sort of, she is still constantly in my thoughts. These thoughts don’t bring me to my knees anymore. I progressively struggle with the idea of being single. I am opening up to this idea and this period of new self work.
Then I have moments, like just now where I remember the joys we had. I remember the time were we walked a good junk of the ritzy part of SoCo. She drop her cardigan somewhere. So tired and sore, we walked all of SoCo again looking for it. It wasn’t so bad because we had each other. We made it fun and we still enjoyed our time together.
Those moments bring me to my knees