Artemis

My sister roommate and I went on a walk last night. I put on my tennis shoes in the living room and walked through the kitchen to the door. She looked down and said my name in a clearly annoyed tone. There was a trail of dirt across the floor, clearly blaming me. All I said was, "um, new shoes" and pointed at my feet. I took the shoes out of their box for their first wear moments before. She looked at the bottom of her feet, realized she made the mess, and said "oh".

It has been one week today since he dumped me. One week of sadness, one week of heart break, one week of loneliness, and one week of missing him like crazy. I know that him breaking up with me wasn't planned for a long time. When my parents were here two weeks ago, him and I discussed doing something together on the 4th, today. Maybe how I would go with him and his friends to a lake, even though I would have to leave early to dog sit tomorrow. He is now probably watching fireworks by a bonfire, having s'mores. I was supposed to be there next to him, oohing and aahing. With his arm around me, or maybe my hand on his leg and his hand on my hand. Instead, while he is enjoying the 4th with his friends at a beautiful place, I am watching movies. I'm about to watch my 7th in a week. I thought I was doing okay this week. Everyone is impressed with my "strength". Good for them. I only appear strong. I only pretend that I'm not sad, lonely and still in pain. Because I ...

"Some love stories aren't epic novels; some are short stories. But that doesn't make them any less filled with love." ~Carrie Bradshaw Sex and the City