Moving on.
It's hard when every great memory you have is of the person that you can no longer be with. That's been bothering me today.
I went out for Coffee with a friend I hadn't seen for years yesterday and we sat and talked shite for a couple of hours, and it was good, it was fun and neither of us spoke directly about the situation that I had found myself in. But every story, every anecdote and every memory either directly or indirectly involved S.
*sigh*
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