Today is the second day since I have moved out. I slept well in my new bed last night. The apartment is peaceful and cool at night. There is a big tree with big canopy right outside leaning against my windows. I fancy that I am living in a tree house.
I took a new bus route to work today. I am beginning to settle into a new routine. No, he didn't ask how I was. I don't think he cares. I am starting to realize that this could be the end. This is what I asked for when I wanted to move out. I am eating the fruits of my labor.
I think relationships are like drugs; people in love are drug addicts. People with broken hearts, like me, need Loveholic Anonymous. We are going to experience symptoms of withdrawal in the beginning: continuous crying, sudden anger, sadness, fear, emptiness, loneliness, confusions, and loss of appetite. These are the many few I have had so far. Sometimes I fall off the wagon; I still need a little dose of him in order to get through.
Hopefully with time, he will be out of my system.
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