So I was wrong.

I had overestimated how I'd feel... at least for the early stage. I can cope, after all.

The intervals may be slightly unbearable, but it is in no way damaging.

Treasuring those moments. Yet trying to leave a safe distance between.

Reconsidering, deliberately forcing second thoughts.

I still go to sleep, smiling, knowing that there is someone out there, family aside, who cares.

Thank God for that.