I've a tough day ahead I feel, but I'm hopeful I'll be able to blag my way through it as it's my last day here and hopefully in Harrods too, which I'm tremendously thankful for. It's been quiet a journey in this place. I hope that in a couple of months I'll have a proper job lined up for me, no more temping. But for now, I'll try and move out and try and save what I can.
I need to see olive and tell him the state of things, because it's all a bit up in the air. We've not been together long, so talk of living together although it's been brought up before, feels as though on paper it's a lil too soon. But I'm sure we could certainly make it work. But I think telling him how this week has been and how I can't really stand it anymore, hopefully he'll help me come up with some sort of plan.
Keeping busy at work and sleeping has helped me forget about things weighing me down before, although sadness still tugs at my insides and he still crossed my mind. But I suppose I've got to accept that of course this is perfectly normal and will happen, and that's ok. It's ok to miss him, it doesn't mean I've made a mistake.
I'm excited and hopeful about starting a new life with Olive, I reckon in a few months things will be more settled. A lot of his friends and family members are getting married and he's embarking on lots of stag dos and parties, so we'll probably have a fair bit of time apart too, much like this week. It's the longest we've been apart sinse we met.
Tomorrow I'm hoping to surprise him with a wax in the morning however I hope it's not like last time. It probably will. The pain will be good for me though.
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