The same
With the exception of a few more tears, I am the same as the other day. My love moved out on Thursday of last week. Today, one week later, I am as heartbroken as he just left five minutes ago. I still have to see him every day since we own a business together. That's hard. They say that it is better to have love and lost than not to have loved at all. I'd like to punch out whomever said that. The lost is the only part of that I have a problem with.