All things must come to an end, they say...

... and looking in my calendar, to remember exactly when, I realised it's already been a month and a half. Shit, time flies.

A month and a half ago, my relationship with Anna ended. Or rather, we let it transform to friendship.

I knew that some stronger emotions would catch up with me at some point, that there would be a need some time of my own for a bit... emotions did catch up with me, just last week. Strong, painful, I knew this would come... and be worked through.
There's still some pain, there's a hole in me, I'm missing the sense of belonging. But the friendship that we have is immensely more important in the end, allowing that to continue and develop is crucial, anything else might truly destroy me for a while. Love is still there.