21 and counting

21 days and counting...
since we broke up.

I know I could pull this off till the 30th. Just as long as I don't see either him or the girl. I'm so far okay, although occasionally I still think of him. Just like when I go home last night, I still think of him. Of how he's doing these days, who he is with or what he might be up to now.

But definitely, I'm getting there. I'm starting to get the hang of it. And soon enough everything will be fine.fine.fine. Time, I believe, will make things better for me when it doesn't hurt that much anymore to look at him.

and that day is yet to come!