May 2017.
I have reached a point of relative numbness, so I think I am getting better. Life goes on. Being busier than one-arm paper hanger helps too. Yes, I know it is a very old saying, but an older colleague of mine uses from time to time.
I still miss her. I still think about her every day. I still feel an emptiness. I still have a full life, with the exception of that hole. Would I admit it to her? I do not think so. It would just make me appear needy. But that is not going to be an issue as all the connections have been cut. And I am pretty sure she is not even missing me. She was not before, when I was still trying to talk to her.

Ok. Move on Hagi.