Signs
That while I'm still scabbed, I'm nearly all better from the D. situation:
I can't remember what he looks like clearly.
I put my picture out on my dresser(granted, it's so cluttered I can barely see the frame, let alone the picture, but that's besides the point.)
I can watch really really sappy romantic made-for-ABC Family films without that achy, empty feeling and the need to go hit something.
Of course, all that could just be from the medication.
I can't remember what he looks like clearly.
I put my picture out on my dresser(granted, it's so cluttered I can barely see the frame, let alone the picture, but that's besides the point.)
I can watch really really sappy romantic made-for-ABC Family films without that achy, empty feeling and the need to go hit something.
Of course, all that could just be from the medication.