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.