Last week I made the decision to enforce some distance within my mind. I removed his music from my phone so it won’t come on when I drive, I unfollowed a bunch of people on FB so I wouldn’t have reminders of him pop up. I couldn’t bring myself to delete the photos off my phone yet, but it was a big step.
It’s been a pretty good week. I’ve felt more like my life is back to normal than I have since the whole thing happened.
But today I woke up with one of his songs in my head again, and he’s been in my mind all day. I mentally conversed with him while otherwise idle all day again.
It’s been odd, but surprisingly not terribly painful.
I guess I’m healing. Finally.