I am slowly picking up the pieces.
The past 10 days have been draining to say the least, both emotionally and physically. I think I lost about 3kg from having 1 meal a day plus a pack of Dunhill Menthol Lights. Tsk Tsk!
Ok so I'm not out of the woods yet. But its now back to 2 meals a day and about 12 sticks. =P
I know the people around me are pretty concerned and worried. The mood and temper at work hasn't been pretty good either. My officers are steering clear. Poor things.
I haven't really been talking to anybody. The strange thing is that the only person who understands what I'm going through, is the person I'm breaking up with. And vice versa. The irony! Nobody comprehends why we are still meeting up and talking. Its painful yes but somehow, we both need the mutual assurance that the path we chose to take is the correct one.
Thanks for everything fellas. The calls, the sms-es, the listening ear, the company.
Its time to move on...I'll tell you all if I need some pushing and shoving k ;)
C'est la Vie lah