The Recovering Pessimist

Helping pessimists see the bright side of life without losing their "half empty" roots.

Missing #Love

Feb
20

I can usually handle breakups. But this…this was awful.  I was so far removed from myself. My emotional state was physically painful. Heartache sank into my bones. Tears were unrelenting. Blinking generated sharp pains in my eye sockets.

My days went on. Reminders of him were everywhere. His cologne tickled my nose when I opened the closet door. Sleeping in the middle of the bed was strange. I didn’t like this new normal.

I missed him.

I missed #Love.

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