Slept 5 hours straight last night. By FAR the longest since this nightmare started. Working two jobs until you can barely keep your eyes open is a good way to force some sleep into the body.
I am still getting one or two fairly nice texts a day from her, but nothing of substance. There is never any attempt to talk about anything of importance. She seems to like to know what my work schedule is a lot.
I don't think I cried yesterday either, maybe a little in the morning before work, I actually can't remember right now.
Going to try to reconnect with a cpl more old friends today. I don't like watching days pass by without attempts to fix our R. I feel the longer it takes the worse the chances get. People tend to just enter new comfort zones and then those comfort zones become new routine. My hope is that true love will conquer that and give us the second chance I so desperately want.
