You know what?

I'm fine. I'm fine. Everything that hurts is a fear for the future. I don't want to be sad. I don't want to lose E forever. I don't want to miss him/the relationship forever. Yeah. Duh. But right now, at this minute, I'm fine. I might not be fine in the future, and I know I wasn't always fine in the past. But I can't know that, and I can't do anything about that. I can keep moving. I am fine. No really, I am.