Everyday it's something.

Forward is the only way to go.

It’s almost been a month since we broke up. It still hurts more than I can say, and so much so that I can’t really talk about it. I haven’t heard from him since the night of our last call. I fill my days with friends, internet, and distractions. I try not to ruminate on the past or on him, but these feelings inch their way through and curl into a ball in my throat. Some times I’m okay, and some times I spend days and hours crying. And I’m waiting. Not necessarily for him, but for something else. Not even for the tide to change, but for a ripple to sneak through.

 And so that’s it really.