John
It has been a month since I walked away from Jena. Since she packed her bags and left. I know she went to her mother's and I need to remind myself every single day that she is better off without me. I keep telling myself that the little time I had with her is worth every single bit of pain I feel everyday that I am without her. I try to convince myself that I should get up and go on, push forward, but every time I try to get out of bed, my body feels heavy and my chest is filled with pain. Some days I force myself to get up and move, to go to work and pretend that I am not broken and struggling to take a deep breath. I force myself to smile and take one step at a time, but by the time I make it home, I am exhausted and it takes me a few days to recover enough to try it again. Every t
