Today is 52 days NC and my birthday. I didn't hear from him, which was to be expected, but I still feel sad about it. On the way home tonight, there was a man walking a dog that looked exactly like his dog, and I felt a pang knowing I'll probably never see his dog again. After 6 years, I grew attached to things - to people - to pets - that will never be a part of my life again.
Even though I didn't hear from him today, I know he thought of me - probably more than once - and somehow that makes my heart hurt a little less. I also know that, over time, the pain will be less and less until it doesn't exist anymore. So, like every day, today was progress. Tomorrow is another day.