I feel good.
I can honestly say that I am happy.
I wake up and smile again. No more anxiety at the first breath of day. No more feeling of complete emptiness.
I still miss him, very much actually, but I am very happy without him. I do not wake up thinking "That was a horrible dream... oh wait, that wasn't a dream, that really happened".
Somehow, a page was turned, and I didn't realize it until just now.
I guess it's a good thing that it happened so seamlessly, because I don't know how accepting I would have been had I known it was happening.
But I am happy. And I feel good.
