“First. you lose sleep. Second. You lose you appetite. Third.You lose a sense of purpose. Fourth. You lose your mind.”
“I realized how we both failed at communication and meeting each others’ expectations. Not to mention our insecurities getting in the way.”
**sniffs** **sniffs** **sniffs**
I can’t write this in a way that doesn’t sound cute. The story of a poor brokenhearted girl who loses someone that meant everything plus the world to her.
If only it were that simple. For as much as I prepared myself for this day; you’re never fully prepared to lose yourself.
You lose sleep.
From the night that I drove from Jon’s apartment, waking up at 3 am (the witching hour) and up at 5am to get a miserable summer’s day started; is norm. 2-3 hours of straight sleep is a godsend. Even on weekends and holidays: I watched the sunrise from my bed.
You lose your appetite.
I’m pretty sure that night I was able to stomache a glass of wine, but the next morning and days ahead, I carried a water bottle around as…
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