I think, I’m trying to move on. And it’s going surprisingly well - well being defined as: good enough to actually function like a coherent person in society and carry on conversations that do not revolve around you, your ex or even relationships failing.

Maybe that means I’ve successfully moved on?

It’s been about 5 days since the break-up, and I want closure. Why is it that I’ve decided to become ultimately so rational at the end of something that meant more than he knows, to me, even after he broke my heart to leave me with nothing but bitter disappointment in him and myself.

So today I begin the bitter trek to his house, dress in hand, hopefully foot not in my mouth; rationalizing intact, this time it shouldn’t go south.