I woke with a little pang in my chest but I got through this weekend. This is the first weekend I haven't spent with Darryl (last weekend doesn't count - that was the breakup). It felt so weird and surreal not to wake up at Darryl's house and spend Sunday morning watching the birds, and reading the paper with Darryl. Trying like hell to stay positive and forward moving. I feel like I'm running the same spinning wheel here for the last two weeks. I can't even believe it has only been two weeks.

But. It's day by day. Some days are easier. Some are harder. And I do miss him very much.

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