My boyfriend left three days ago.
The weirdest part is that life goes on. I have to drive to work. I have to think about buying a car. I have to teach and grade and all that work stuff. I have to feed myself. I have to do laundry. I have to socialize like a human.
The day after, I looked at my desk and there was an empty space where, for a long time, a paper of his had lain. And the desk was so empty, and I just sobbed. And then pushed the other stuff around on the desk so the space wouldn’t be so conspicuous. There are still remnants of him all over though. That towel he used, his toothbrush, the foods I only bought because he liked them.
He’s not out of my life by any means, but he is so very far away. And life goes on without his physical presence.