What did I do? I sat on the floor. I don’t remember a lot of what was going on around me or in my head during the first couple of days after you left, I just know there was me and the floor for hours. And I can’t tell you how long it took to get up and do normal things again like a normal person and it wouldn’t matter anyway because it’s different for everyone, but I can tell you that I got up. One day I got home from work and didn’t go right to the floor. And that didn’t mean I was over it, but it made me think it was possible. And that’s when I started running. I ran miles and I didn’t eat a lot because I couldn’t, and everytime I thought I could eat more than a protein bar, I’d think about you and her and I couldn’t. But I kept running. And I still cried a lot, at night, and in the shower, and sometimes at work, but it was less and less and the reminders that made me cry would still come around every so often and they never stopped making me sad but one day they stopped making me cry. But I never stopped running. And one day I stopped feeling nauseous everytime I thought about you and I was able to eat again and I was never able to delete the pictures but one day I was able to stop looking at them and I hate how long it took and what I had to go through but I’m sure now that one day I’ll be able to live as though you were never in my life at all.


















