Happy New Year everyone! :D I hope you all have a healthy 2013 filled with love, peace and friendship.
26.
All the way to my one bedroom apartment I'm yelling at myself internally for being stupid enough to spend time with Edward, even if it was for less than half an hour.
One part of me, however, is dancing, happy and still completely in love with him. I hate that part and try to push it away. It's been months and it should've been gone.
But it's not.
I pack my little suitcase with all the stuff I'm going to need in the upcoming week, pretty much in a daze. I try to shake myself out of it, but it's not easy.
I'm surprised and happy I'm not crying. Although I still love him, being near him doesn't hurt as much anymore. That alone tells me I'll be okay, eventually.