This week has been rough. My heart and my liver have taken a battering. Lilly has been her ever loyal self, ready with a shoulder to cry on and vodka in hand. I’m done though. It’s time to get my shit together. Life must go on as they say. I smooth my dress down, and slap on a coat of lip gloss. I’m going to Alex’s flat for dinner tonight. He sent me an ominous text that said he needs to talk to me. That’s never good. I suppose if he’s going to break up with me, then I’d best get all the heartbreak over within one week. Day four post Hugo, I could no longer keep him at bay. I had to see him, and it made me feel like the worlds shittiest person. He took one look at me, asked me what was wrong, and that was it. The flood gates open, and I cried. He looked so shocked, he didn’t know what to do, but then, in true Alex fashion, he held me. He never pushed me to tell him why I was a hysterical mess, just offered his unending strength.
