Home Alone.

I've got to get used to this feeling.... the hollow pit that forms in your stomach when you hear and old song, or bits of shaayari. The dull ache when you see couples cuddling. The wish to sigh when your parents look at each other. Time will heal, I guess.....

It's an addiction. I feel odd if I don't log on to facebook and check the profile. It's come down to stalking now I guess. I deactivated my account two days ago, and broke down yesterday. Logged on again, and checked it. I'm gonna be stronger now. I checked the impulse twice today morning. Let's not get too complacent though. I've got to get him out of my system. I haven't had to delete his mails yet, but I unstarred them, and Will delete them if necessary. Deleted all the other junk I'd kept because it was related to him, though. Cancelled all my subscriptions to his blog, and lets hope they don't actually have another re-union soon. Or rather, too soon.