*2 weeks later*
I got another job.
At another gallery, but more popular with more people, and a better boss, shorter hours, and a better pay.
But I still don't have dan.
I have seen him at least. He looks like he is moving on. We don't look at each other, but that's okay, because if I did, I would probably end up crying.
I have been talking to phil. We don't mention dan, both because I don't want to, and I know that phil wouldn't feel comfortable saying that he moved on.
But I'm okay.
I am slowly mending.
The whole in my heart is filling up, and work is distracting me, and I appreciate it.
I think I'm moving on
