Slow and painful acceptance...
I'm starting to get used to the idea of being alone. At first I wanted to fight and resist it. I was still hoping that there could still be a way out of the situation I'm in. But after I came back from my five-day vacation from Bohol (pics to follow soon when I've found the time to edit them), I realized that this is something I have to live with. I don't like it, mind you. But I'm not fighting it either anymore.