Laughter.

Thursday, Friday, Saturday and Sunday- every night I've been out on the town with friends.

Earlier in the week, I could barely get out of bed, and actually, for a few days, I didn't get out of bed. But I needed that time, just like I needed to get out and see this city before I leave it behind.

On Friday night, while out with a girlfriend, I was asked out by a man. I declined as we were stuck in traffic and the man was hanging out of the cab of his pick up truck. And while I was a little turned off by his gold grill, the experience had me laughing so hard it dislodged some of my sadness.

Saturday night, I went out with a guy friend. He also had me laughing so hard while we were eating dinner that another piece of hurt came loose.

When I stopped and thought about it, I haven't laughed a lot recently. Ending things with K is like a weight has been lifted off of me and I can breathe easier and deeper- no more shallow puffs of air.

A week ago, I thought it was all over, my life devastated. Now, I'm not saying there aren't times that a pain will hit me, but I know it's going to be okay. Actually, it's going to be better than before.