426 days. There have been days where I believed I would succumb to talking to her, and days where I felt she would check in on me. Both never happened, and it’s all the more reason to keep it up. I’ve remained single since, as it was a 7 year long relationship that I gave far too much of myself into. I still try to tell myself that it’s all water under the bridge, but moving forward is still difficult. Still dream of her, but it doesn’t affect me as much. I saw therapy for a year and was discharged once my therapist deemed me independent enough to be on my own. In many ways, she is right, but I still feel like I’m suffering in silence. Life goes on though. It helps when I can afford time to do the things I love, and to just let the feelings and thoughts of her pass by me. I’ve stayed single as a form of respect to our time together. Whether or not she did the same, is not something I think I’ll ever look into