That heavy, sick feeling came back last week. I tried to push him out of my mind, but how can you push four years of love and bliss from your memory? So I let myself cry about it again, I got out his old football jersey and allowed myself to sleep in it. I had a hard time smiling for a day or too, but eventually, I emerged even stronger than I was before. I know that everything happens for a reason, and I would be in a very different place had things not ended the way they did.
So now, I have picked myself up off the floor of the Heartbreak Hotel, and I am continuing to work on myself. I have to do things that make me happy, like going to the Park on a sunny day to bask in the sun, or meeting a girlfriend for coffee to talk about nothing. No matter how many things I have going on, or how badly I want to break down, I have to acknowledge the happiness that I am lucky enough to have.
With each adventure out into my beautiful city, one step at a time, I am moving towards mending my heart.
<3
Anonymously In Love
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