Entry 31
I think I’m depressed. I guess that shouldn’t be a huge surprise considering I left behind the man of my dreams, but I secretly thought when I got home and returned to my normal routine that the ache of missing Diego would lessen. It hasn’t. I am absolutely miserable without him.
Talking to him on the phone was the only thing that I found myself looking forward to each day, but when we would hang up, it was absolutely heart-wrenching all over again. I told him tonight that we should stop our late-night chats. I can’t keep pretending that I am okay without him, but I don’t know how to go on without any contact with him. It’s like a giant, black hole has grown in my heart, and I don’t know if it will ever be fully intact again.
Standing up for my rights as an independent woman wh
