Progression is key.
For the first time in two weeks I was able to listen to old music and not feel sad.
It made me smile in fact.
There's hope!
So yes, looking back I miss it... I miss him and everything he entailed.
But you know what?
I'm going to be OK!
I think that life is a series of moments...
I am grateful for the moments I was able to have with him, share with him...
I'm not sure if my soul will ever connect to anyone else's the way it did to his, but all I can do at this point is move forward.
So I am moving forward.
Does this mean moving on?
Unfortunately, for me anyway, my heart says no...
But the good news is I am better than I was two weeks ago.
Time cushions the wounds.