Well fuck. So much for that little romance. Trying not to let myself be too hurt. I knew this was a possibility from the beginning. I said I was ok with it. I just didn't think it would come around like a suckerpunch. Right now I wish I could just set myself in movie montage mode and skip to like 6 weeks in the future where I'm magically a healthier, musclier, happier, not-givin-afuck-ier version of me.The reality however, is that it's 6am and I've been awake for nearly 24 hours, and don't want to get in to that bed alone. At least not until I can wash the smell of her out of it. But it's too early and too quiet for laundry. So here I am, trying to decide what song I'd like to be playing during my revitalizing montage.
