I find this process quite fascinating. Sometimes it feels as though I am watching my self from the outside. Memoires of a break up. I still feel incredibly sad. The kind of sadness that permeates the taste of food, the flowers bursting forth with impossible colours, my dreams. A sadness that can seem to just come out of nowhere. That makes my heart ache and my eyes sting. But I can also see the funnyside of my tragicness. And am starting to feel hope again. The hope or belief that I will have what I thought I was going to have with him one day. And that I will feel grateful for the space that he left in my life that allowed for someone else to fill it. Baby steps. Thank God for Luka, to get me out of bed in the morning, albeit slowly. Otherwise I suspect there would have been a whole lot more wallowing. And as for family, well I've found one here, in this virtual space. I feel much more up front and honest than I do in my normal life and I really appreciate the support you have all given me. Thanks. I wish I had more time to visit you all more regularly and leave insightful comments. I suppose I will have more time to do that now.