For some reason, in a moment of weakness I was compelled to look at H’s Instagram last night (I know, I know, such a bad idea).
I knew she was dating, but seeing the love note there in full color still hit hard.
She used to say that about me.
I know there are a million people out there going through the same thing right now, and I’m not that special.
I don’t know how you all do it.
A part of my soul is gone and I feel like I’ll never recover.
There’s a gaping void left behind and a deep need to fill it.
I’ll start by celebrating that the pain means that I do still have a heart and that I am still capable of deep true love.
I am not ashamed of that.
And now, it’s time to get going.
I’m on a mission!