It's been a weird day - I've been on the verge of crying but haven't cried. I've felt as though my heart is missing something useful - I miss the texts and the hugs...and him.
I keep thinking it's for the best - it is, right? I'm going to Quebec (I hope) in July and when I come back, he won't be there...so break up now means less heartache.
Oh, why can't I go back to just being witty right now. I think I like me more that way. I do believe vodka and I are going to have a strong relationship tonight.