Somehow I seem to have made it out to the other side. There is light at the end of the grieving tunnel. Alleluia. I was wondering whether I was ever going to make it there. Honestly this has been hell. Worst breakup ever.
The hiding in bed for a week. The barely contained anger. The overwhelming sadness. I’m still nostalgic but I think I’ve made my way past denial. Thankfully.
I still miss him, I still love him and I still have hope. Not sure how realistic that is of me, after all the guy dumped me by voicemail. Let’s be honest shall we?
There isn’t a day that goes by where I don’t think of him but at least the thought isn’t permeated with sadness.
I’m going to miss my skiing soulmate, not the crazies we created together but him. Skiing this winter will just not be the same.
Let’s be realistic, the way he copes, he’s probably already hooked up with the next girl.
Meanwhile I’m slowly making my way back to fabulous.