I did it.
I was smiling when I threw all his pictures, letters and whatever other souvenirs of his in a cardboard box and stashed it in the cellar.
I figured that if I smiled, it would be easier. It wasn't.
I'm going to go to bed now and cry myself to sleep. Tomorrow, I'll go shopping and distract myself. And in the coming days... I'll just continue being "myself". Same old me all along the way.
/P.
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