First and Last....?Um...okay. Well, my fiance left five weeks and three days ago-but whos counting? lol. It was so hard at first. I didn't want to move. I was afraid to wash his clothes in case they wouldn't smell like him anymore. I didn't want to move anything around cause it reminded me of him....it was really hard.
But at some point in those first couple of weeks, I started to cry less. I actually laughed a little. I went out and visited with people, and listened to their stories too. I got out of the house. And eventually things started to get better.
I got a new job. I busied myself looking for little things to stick in a care package to send off. I write letters daily, and the calls and emails help too. I guess the best thing that helped was having a routine.
Friends and family help too. Sometimes I cant believe that I am already more than a month into it. I mean, when I look back, it seems like it was nothing. But to look forward....well, thats really hard too. Our first thanksgiving and christmas, our first new years, our first anniversary, valentines and his birthday. All apart.
But it will make us stronger. It has to. So I just keep putting one foot in front of other, taking that long walk to him. Nothing good was ever easy.
HisBabyGrrl 21-25, F 1 Response 0 Oct 21, 2007