I’m not really sure what to feel, because something has happened. Not something bad, but not necessarily good either. It’s nice to know that there are other people out there, and it’s good to talk to them. If even for a short time, at least you know you can smile again, and laugh. However, before you could ever think to act on that, you have to love yourself. It’s nice to know that you can learn and gradually put yourself out there. You still think about it, and miss them. And you’ll always have love for them. But what can you do when they’ve made their decision. Sit at home being depressed? Been there… Did it for a month. Move on? Not necessarily. It’s a process that you can’t just ‘move on’ from. Become a slut? Um no. Have fun? Yeah. It gets microscopically better every day.