My recovery has
been rather fast. Surprisingly so, in fact. In only a few days, my
prior feelings of heartbreak have turned into feelings of blissful,
if still ever so slightly painful apathy.
Only another few days and I should be myself again. Then I can carry on. Then I can go back to discussing things more interesting and less agonizing than heartbreak.
Venting sure works wonders in regards to negative feelings. At least I’ve found that to be true in my own case. I spent the last three days essentially doing just that - venting. Had I not vented at all, I prefer not to imagine how much of a wreck I’d be.
I vented everywhere I saw fit. I vented to my mother. I vented on an Internet forum. I vented to myself. And all that venting - not forgetting the support and comfort I received - helped. I could’ve done without all of the advice, though.
The most useless piece of advice I received throughout the venting process was to date other people for the time being. Why would I date other people when I never dated her at any point to begin with? Why would I fill that negligibly small void just for the sake of filling it?
I’m happy enough as it is. Despite things developing the way they did, I’m happy. I still see her as a great friend. I’m happy enough keeping her as one.
To think that I was saying the complete opposite four days ago...
Heh. I never thought that love of all things had a sense of humor.