“The hardest part isn’t just losing him. It’s losing the version of me that existed when he loved me.” I went to Bali last week with five of my closest girlfriends. The kind of friends who knew me before heartbreak touched me. Before I became this quieter version of myself. And honestly

“I still sleep on my side of the bed… like my body is waiting for him to come back.” I tried to have a good day today. Honestly, I really did. I got a massage. Did my nails. Took myself out for breakfast. And for a few hours… I almost felt okay again. I sat at my favorite coffee