When I was younger, and a relationship ended, I would do this thing. I would flip forward as many months as my diary allowed and I would write, “Well, how do you feel today?”
It was a small gesture that hinted at a better tomorrow. A day when I wouldn’t wake from an angry sleep, full of imaginary conversations with my ex. When I wouldn’t think every pining love song was speaking just to me. When I wouldn’t punctuate every conversation with, “What do you think he meant when he said X?”
-The Guardian
