Last night when I finally forced myself to sleep, it was hard. I searched for my aid- the thing he got me. I reached a comfy position, filled with happy memories (finally having a physical object to hold and think of him). I took a deep breath, and I couldn't smell it. I couldn't smell him. I tried again this morning. It's official, his scent is gone. He's gone.
It's just one of those days, I guess. the ones where I wake up and just feel sad. For some reason, I don't really think it's about him. If anything I should be happy about him since yesterday was a good day. I just feel sad in general. I'm going to have dinner with a group of close friends. I haven't seen them in a very long time, and I haven't told them anything. I'm happy to see them, but I'm not looking forward to telling them. What's horrible is this is the problem I'm going to have to face with everyone. I'm sure when I tell them, it won't be such a big deal, and I can brush it off. Hopefully I'll be able to do it without breaking down.
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