Painful Monday Morning

Woke up today and nothing has changed. Contrary to what he thinks, I woke up with the same decision. I woke up still willing to let go. I still think that this is what's best for me, for us. 

For breakfast, I will eat a slice of the memory of our first meeting with the memory of our first date on the side. Then I'll sip the bittersweet memory of our parting. And I will be full of pain again. 

For lunch, what do you suggest? The memory of the day when you asked for my number, perhaps? I'll think about it later.