right now i am going through that phaze in the breakup, where i torture myself, by finding little ways to hold on to him. Smelling a shirt he left behind, smelling the sheets and pillows, trying to breathe in whatever scent of him is left…and carry it to my soul. I dont want to forget his scent, I miss the way he smells.

I’m drinking out of his favorite coffee cup, watching all his favorite shows, sleeping on his side of the bed. All this stuff, torturing myself…trying to hold on to him, for as long as it will let me. Until his scent is gone, and i have to wash the sheets and clothes.

There is so much evidence that he lived here, that he once was happy with me, all the things he left behind were apart of “OUR” life, that we built together, but now only remain “things”. Things that dont have a meaning and just become material and no longer sentimental.

life looks lonely and depressing.

YES, my significant lover left me. He moved to North Carolina.

He has left me and my family with ALL the bills and credit card debt.

We wont be trying to be friends.

I loved him with all my heart, but he couldnt seem to love me back.

so different for me right now. Husbands leaving me, I cant find a job anywhere.

Things took a turn for the extreme worst. I wasn’t expecting any of this, things were going awesome.

I guess he was unhappy, and not saying anything. Hes moving out to his new place Saturday, leaving me with no bed, no phone (he turned it off), alot of credit card debt, and a broken heart.