I always hear about lovers separating or breaking up after so many years and I cannot phantom how it feels because walking away from J after 3 feels like my whole world collapsed.

On the somewhat bright side, I have a therapy session tomorrow. Kind of bummed it’s not an appointment with the psychiatrist because I surely would not mind something to help me sleep and/or numb me. I also have a 3 day weekend which I am prepared for with books and netflix.

And I loved him, I loved him, I loved him, I loved him.
And I still love him, I love him.