Things are slowly getting better. My appetite has finally returned thanks to a giant piece of chocolate silk cake. Sleeping has gotten somewhat better. Though I lay awake for most of the night, I'm at least able to get some hours in. I haven't talked to Peter since Monday, which has been my own doing. I figure it's best I don't talk to him right now, in hopes that it'll make getting over him move a little faster. I'm stuck listening to the radio in my car for now. It seems that every song on my iPod reminds me of him and when I listen to a song that does, I start to entertain my thoughts and imagine what it would be like if him and I were together. Then I'm right back where I started so it's probably best I just stick with the radio for now. When I'm alone I think about what he told me and repeat it out loud:
"You and I will always just be great friends."
I figure if I hear it more, I'll believe it more.