I started making ludicrous promises to myself. For example, "If I don't eat chocolate for a week then he'll come back."
But then I'd find myself eating a chocolate cupcake two days later, and then I'd start all over again.
Eventually, I moved on to trying to forget. But no matter what I did, I would always end up the same way: on the floor, with the vodka flowing through my veins, feeling as if I had forgotten how to breathe.
