Related Notes:
A little delayed in uploading, but it was taken last week. At this time, it had been about 2 weeks since I moved to Minneapolis. I have a new, awesome job, live in an amazing apartment with two awesome people, have an amazing, loving boyfriend who treats me like I'm the best thing that ever happened to him, and am growing happier and stronger every day. What an amazing, life-changing transition this has been.
July 22, 2014: Hooolllyyyy shit, I cannot believe the progress that has already been made since last week. I feel such a sense of relief to be able to be me again. I've had a great few days of recovery and self-discovery with friends and family. I finally feel like I can breathe again, like I'm me again.
Week 1, July 13, 2014. Exactly one week since my fiancé left me. Today was okay, this evening has been rough. Broke down crying at work and haven't been able to get out of that slump yet. I just keep thinking how much I wish I could tell him how much I still love him, care about him, and miss him. But I can't. And I wish I could know that he felt the same way. I just want everything to be okay. I just want to know what's going to happen next. I'm trying to accept the fact that he'll no longer be in my life but it's the hardest thing I've ever had to do.
