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day4

I was doing OK.

Really, I was doing a little bit fine.

I was beginning to grow into the space that was left.

becoming acustomed to the weight of the hurt.

I  was still missing Us, still feeling abandoned and lost

but no tears today,

I was doing OK.

The text came, I saw it at 4.30.

a handful between us, I don’t want to see him, I will sort out moving the car, his stuff

I told him to leave me alone.

I don’t want to set eyes on him ever again.

I was doing OK.

Then he pulled me under

He had screwed up, probably made the biggest mistake of his life.

Probably?

I didn’t reply.

I want to be OK