It's been another surreal week of ups and downs. Tears every day. 

Yesterday the landlord came over to take a look at the flat, to make sure it was all in order to put back on the market. It was a surreal experience. Chris was quiet throughout and shortly after he left, we hugged each other and cried. I think it's starting to sink in and feel real for him now. Seeing him upset always makes sets me off. We had dinner and watched a documentary, he played games and then joined me later in bed. We cried some more. He thought it would be a good idea if one of us slept on the sofa, an idea which I hate, but only from the standpoint that the sofa is cold, not as comfortable and it just feels so unfair. We should, though. Because the mornings are the worst. And two weeks feels like a long time of feeling these waves of emotions, which probably won't get better as we continue the way we are.

We changed our status's on FB, as ridiculous as it sounds. His mum and grandma texted me...it's really happening. 

A guy called Andrew is keeping me occupied at the moment, we've exchanged a lot of detailed, in-depth messages and it's been lovely. It doesn't feel wrong, eventhough it should do. But, he's really helped lift my spirits. He asked if we could go on a date sometime and I delightedly agreed, I suppose it'll be interesting to see if there's the same chemistry as I feel in our exchanges. 

Who knows.