Break-ups suck...
Period.
However, I am amazed at how quickly my heart is trying to put itself back together. The first two days of mourning were very, very traumatic. I won't lie. The emotions of sadness and loss and loneliness were so intense I almost didn't think my body could take it.
I woke up this morning, four days later, I find myself hurting only a little. At least... In comparison. As a matter of fact, I'm able to be alone and happy better than ever. Ever. I feel fine. I feel productive. I feel feisty.
I woke up early this morning and washed allll the dishes (there were a LOT), I made my bed, I scrubbed my shower, sink, toilet and bathroom floor, cleaned the counter, finished a take-home test... I mean, let's face it. I rocked today like no one's business.
I hurt. But somehow, without me making a conscious decision to move on, my heart starts on that track anyway. I feel like I should be curled up in a ball sobbing or lying in bed, un-showered, eating junk and watching romantic movies. And that is not what I'm doing.
I feel fine.
And soon I'll feel great.
... Hope his feelings aren't too hurt if he decides he still wants me...
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