Life goes on.
Love no love. Sometimes being monotonous is…..soothing…comforting in a way. Wake up. Walk. Coffee. Walk. Dog. Grade. NPR. Walk dog. Breakfast. sleep. Maybe.

No more dreams of future him.
Pointless. Love still remains.
Easier..not so much angst..yearning. Much more manageable.

He doesn’t linger in my mind as much.
Iife goes on.