What's so happy about it?

I know we're supposed to be optimistic and upbeat and hopeful and thesaurus. I just can't conjure it up today. I don't want to phony it up. I want to dwell on a moment a little longer. Play it back in my head, like a song you just need to keep hearing a few more times.

I will get myself together. I will stop thinking about her. Recovery happens in waves. Good days. Bleak days. Lapses. But sometimes... not very often at all, if ever... you find someone you don't want to get over completely. Like a dream you don't want to forget.

Better things for me this year. Last year was heartbreaking at every turn.