THREE WEEKS LATER
Dear diary…
Or whatever the f**k this is supposed to start with. I don't know.
I've never written in one of these before. It feels stupid.
But I've been scrolling through YouTube at 3 a.m., watching videos about "coping with loneliness" and "healthy ways to process emotions," and every single one of them said the same thing: write it down. Get it out of your head and onto paper so it stops eating you up.
So here I am. Pen in hand like an i***t. Fine. Let's try.
It's been seven weeks and four days since the love of my life, Ashleigh, left for Melbourne.
Forty-five nights without her beside me. I counted.
I'm the one who encouraged her to go… who told her to take the opportunity.
Told her I was proud, and that we'd be fine.
And I meant it at the time.
But no
