It was a quick transition, from together to alone.
It wasn’t as I imagined, it was more like finishing a good book. I thought it would involve unnecessary consumption of ice cream and chocolates, crying myself to sleep and not being able to function at all.
Nights are not as cold, mornings are easy.
Checking my mobile does not include messaging anyone if I ate already, or if I’m dressing up for work.
No reason to stay up late. My body thanks me for always getting enough sleep.
I still don’t know if I’m going to regret this in the future. But for now, I feel okay. Everything’s fine. I don’t feel like I’m being needed anyway.
the one where she’s listening to boy pablo while vomiting words