It is actually not so bad. I might have cried all my tears out yesterday already. The nice weather might have helped as well. It's been a gorgeous day -- sunny, in the high 70s. Hard to believe that it's already fall.
I went to the block party with Cynthia. On the way, I ran into one of D's coworkers at GPSCY (whom I found really likable). Passing by, we greeted each other with common small talks. And just as we were parting, she asked " Are you doing alright?". Shit. Everyone already knew. Tears started to rush into my eyes. There was nothing better to do than forcing a smile, which actually chased the urge of crying away. "I'm doing alright. Thank you." And I ran away, without a proper goodbye.
At the block party, I saw B&C with their kids from a distance. Memories rushing back. D married them as a rev. It was a great wedding, we all had a great time. Now a little over four years later, they have bought a new house, settled down, with two beautiful daughters. I did not have enough courage to walk up and say hi.
Cynthia came to my rescue, waving with enthusiasm. I can't describe what a relief it was to see a dear friend with a lovely smile (and dress as well). We left the block party shortly, but chatted for a long time. I won't bore anyone with the details of our conversation, but can I just say, I left as a much happier being.
It was late afternoon, and I grabbed some journal paper from the office, and read outside for a while, in front of the library. Surrounded by young college kids talking, running, joking, and flirting, I wasn't quite sure if the most benefit from there was the sun, the energy, or the paper itself.
Then I realized that today was Sunday, which means I have a weekly report due, and I had not even started it yet. I left the happy green and spent the next four hours working on the report (and snacking, face booking, g-chatting) -- it's surprising how little tasks can occupy you to an extent that there is almost no room for emotion. Almost, with the exception of some very touching messages on Facebook, from the people I least expected to hear from. If nothing else, one thing is clear -- I am surrounded by great people, and nothing means the end of the world.
With this, I shall leave my first post about recovering from a breakup after 4.5 years, and go on to attend my dinner -- oh delicious chicken thighs!
I went to the block party with Cynthia. On the way, I ran into one of D's coworkers at GPSCY (whom I found really likable). Passing by, we greeted each other with common small talks. And just as we were parting, she asked " Are you doing alright?". Shit. Everyone already knew. Tears started to rush into my eyes. There was nothing better to do than forcing a smile, which actually chased the urge of crying away. "I'm doing alright. Thank you." And I ran away, without a proper goodbye.
At the block party, I saw B&C with their kids from a distance. Memories rushing back. D married them as a rev. It was a great wedding, we all had a great time. Now a little over four years later, they have bought a new house, settled down, with two beautiful daughters. I did not have enough courage to walk up and say hi.
Cynthia came to my rescue, waving with enthusiasm. I can't describe what a relief it was to see a dear friend with a lovely smile (and dress as well). We left the block party shortly, but chatted for a long time. I won't bore anyone with the details of our conversation, but can I just say, I left as a much happier being.
It was late afternoon, and I grabbed some journal paper from the office, and read outside for a while, in front of the library. Surrounded by young college kids talking, running, joking, and flirting, I wasn't quite sure if the most benefit from there was the sun, the energy, or the paper itself.
Then I realized that today was Sunday, which means I have a weekly report due, and I had not even started it yet. I left the happy green and spent the next four hours working on the report (and snacking, face booking, g-chatting) -- it's surprising how little tasks can occupy you to an extent that there is almost no room for emotion. Almost, with the exception of some very touching messages on Facebook, from the people I least expected to hear from. If nothing else, one thing is clear -- I am surrounded by great people, and nothing means the end of the world.
With this, I shall leave my first post about recovering from a breakup after 4.5 years, and go on to attend my dinner -- oh delicious chicken thighs!
I am very proud of your taking such care of yourself! Good job!
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