Today is a bad day. And it is only the first of what will be one of the hardest weeks of my life. I just found out that D is leaving on Thursday to move back to Romania. I knew this was coming but I think on some level I had convinced myself it wouldn’t happen. I know I have written about how angry I get at him and how over it all I am but clearly I am not. I burst into tears every time I think about him leaving. Friday when I wake up it will be the first day of a life without him and that is a life I don’t want. As angry as he makes me I would rather fight with him than laugh with anyone else. He is my sun, moon, and stars; my whole universe. Even when we are yelling at each other he is at least there. Now I have to face the reality that he never will be again. We can’t even maintain a friendship because he will be on another continent. My already broken heart is shattering into even smaller pieces.
