I thought I was ok...

..until I got a glimpse of you on someone's profile. I thought I was ok until that someone was your roommate of whom we were very close until you went away, and hasn't said a word since the end--and had no words for when I saw what he was doing. I think that hurts more. And now I am crying and hurting once again. I thought I was ok...

I am ok. I'm moving on one day at a time. It helps that there is potential love on the horizon. Rekindled. Still so fresh. But It makes me feel good, and that loving again is possible. I long for that person to melt into. That person you can just come home to absolutely exhausted and be completely comforted and loved unconditionally by, that makes it all better. I'm taking it day by day, by day, by day. And one of these days I WILL be ok.