Day 7: Opti”me”stic

Finally at a turning point.

I’m still hurting, still processing, still missing a couple things of my daily checklist, and sometimes I find myself still waning to pick up the phone and immediately tell my ex about my day.

Instead,

I go through my to do list, applaud my efforts-while still being critical of myself..because let’s face it, some things ever change. (Thank you for bearing with me on that one)

I think about my feelings, ask myself why I’m having them, and try my best to process them into their respective boxes. (Just like our clothes, on their respective hangers)

I cry, but then I wipe them away..and I move forward. (Instead of laying in bed, IT’S such a comfy bed)

Let’s hope that regardless of you being here, that I continue these habits even when you are ultimately my sounding board, support system, and also the biggest pain in my ass.

Kidding, maybe? (not really)

And we talk, and we talk about our days..and there is the resounding feeling of optimism in my head..telling me everything is going to be okay.

That might also be my friend. Probably is.

In any case, today I am optimistic that the best days are ahead of me-and obviously you’re in one of them (if not many).

I am hopelessly, romantically optimistic.

You are adorable, sweet, kind, caring, and thoughtful..and I can’t seem to comprehend how I go so lucky-but i’l tell you that everyday if you let me.

Let’s never let that fade, I won’t if you won’t.

Pinky promise?

Here is the world, take it.

And here’s me, peeking out, wondering if it’s safe to come out again.