The first night was definetly the worst. I shook for hours and cried even longer.
The next day I realized that I was cold (despite the heavy jacket I had on) I was not hungry (even though I hadn't eaten since dinner the night before) I felt this pain in my throat that never went away (it kind of felt like suffocating), and I was emotionally alone.
The third day was the first day in almost two months that I had gone without a single word from him (could it really have only been 2 months? . . . It felt like much more). That was terrible too. I shook and cried less.
By the fifth day I could smile again and later I could actually joke.

I think I am recovering so quickly because my heart isn't broken; hurt? Yes, but not broken, and not from the inside. It's more like : My world is crushed. Outside forces are responsible for this pain. I haven't decided yet what I am goin to do or to what degree, but for now Im just trying to wait out the storm.

I hope he's not in as much pain as I am. It didn't look like it . . . but hey, everyone tells me I don't know anything anyway, so maybe I'm wrong. Most importantly I hope he stays 'safe'. I would never forgive myself if anything happened to him because of me. Hell, we can't help the 'difference'! Oh well. I hope he can continue to be happy.
I like it when he's happy. :)