On another lonely night, trying to forget you

Warm pizza,
extra large
with a thick crust
and lots of cheese.
That pepperoni topping is a must.

Cold Coke,
out the 1.5 litre.
I’d have gone brandy
but I promised I’d quit
so I’ll settle for sugar rush.

And a movie,
preferably an action thriller,
with lots of stunts,
bullets, love, gore,
and a happy ending
so I’m not reminded of ours.

I’m doing the self-love thing.
The pamper-yourself thing.
The be-comfortable-in-your-own-skin,
getting-back-to-being-happy-alone,
finding-your-self-worth thing.

I never felt as alive and connected to the world as you made me feel. This is all well and good, but it pales by comparison.

I hope it works.

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