Days have passed that feels like weeks.
I feel okay.
It doesn’t hurt as much as it did before, when it felt gut-wrenching, as though my heart was breaking into a billion pieces.
Then again, I don’t really feel anything right now.
Okay as in, numb.
As in, I don’t know where all those feelings have gone.
Songs, pictures, places, everything that reminds me of you…I no longer feel anything for-maybe I’m choosing not to.
It’s been 6 days since I’ve cried tears for you.
Ever since that Monday in January, when you decided to end things, there was not a day that went by, that I didn’t shed tears.
And now, it’s been 6 days.
There are stages I read.
I may be in the beginning of the acceptance stage.
I have put myself through the ringer ever since that wretched day, I allowed you to play with my head.
And maybe, just maybe, I’m starting to finally see…what was, what I thought would be, at this point in time can’t.
And I am doing my best to be okay with it.
You were my best friend.
My partner in everything.
In the little time we had together, I experienced more than I have in a long time.
But, you chose, not I, but YOU chose, to walk away, to give up.
And I have to be okay with that.
Whatever that means.