I woke up this morning and again noticed how large my apartment is now for just one person. It's crazy large. I will have to move at some point and downsize after I've landed a job.

And I woke up with a big sigh. He's not here - and he will never be in my life again. The last time we made love was the last time - almost a month ago. Ever look back on a relationship and think about when you last made love and how you did not realize it would be the last time?

I'm sad.