It’s got to get better, right?

So I’m resurrected from the depths of despair for now…  It’s amazing what an evening of rose, oysters and a good friend can do for a girl’s morale.

Still want him back, still gutted, still convinced I’ll never be really, truly hapy again (even though clear-eyed reasoning would suggest I wasn’t really truly happy with him), still bereft, but still breathing.  And that’ll have to do for now.