Doing this without Her is harder than I had ever imagined.

There are days, like today, when I literally cannot think straight for missing Her.

I sometimes wonder how I’m going to survive three years.

P.S. 4.5 miles in 33 minutes. I’m turning heartache into muscle. Now if only I could take how much I miss Her and convert it into relevant, pithy, intelligent comments in class…

PPS: Lonely and left behind.

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