It's been six months.
Today.
I didn't even realize it until talking with a friend and suddenly It's been six months since that day, that park; that day that everything changed.
I am better. I don't want to know who he is dating, what he's doing, the nuances of his life, but I'm okay. And I'm horrified how okay I am, how going-about-my-life I am, how I'm getting things done and don't cry anymore and haven't for some time and feel hopeful and excited for things to come. It shouldn't be so easy to forcibly change your life the way I have.
I'm moving on and all I can think is that it's not right, I need to be weeping over this, I need to give it the respect it deserves, because for a long time, this man was my life. How do I live my life without this person I considered my life?
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