And now he’s gone. He got in his truck and drove off while I stood in the window and watched him go.
I feel overwhelmed with sadness. This isn’t even the real thing. This isn’t even the real thing, you know? It’s like practice for if we actually split up. Ad yet I’m still here swimming in emotion, distraught that he’s gone, feeling guilty and sad and desperate.
For however long he’s gone I need to make sure that I continue on the path I’ve been traveling. I need to keep myself busy, keep myself entertained, and keep myself thinking. I have to make sure I don’t forget what I’ve been thinking and feeling simply because I don’t have the daily reminder of him here.
I’m exhausted. I just want someone to tell me that this is the right thing to be doing and that everything is going to be ok.