All I have to say about the news I recently received regarding the former-love-of-my-life is that I feel temporarily broken.
Surely I'll feel fine by the end of the week. But it's kind of crazy that just this Friday, when I was talking about my current love philosophy I summarized my efforts (or lack thereof) in the following way:
If I had truly fought for my love and gave it my all but still lost the love-of-my-life, why should I even try or bother in keeping this new love (if that's what it is) alive and growing?
I'm gonna need to run a lot to feel better. And avoid sad songs. And avoid remembering the things we did.
I'll revisit teenytinytidbits later on this Monday, though most likely Tuesday due to my yoga/school schedule.