Three nights ago, out of the blue, I missed him. Really badly. And I started to cry.
Internally, I panicked. I try really hard not to cry because usually it is a sign that I am doing badly. And I cry typically for hours, like all night until 4 or 5 am if I start at 7 pm, which it was. And then I will (even more) severely depressed for minimally for a week. So I try hard not to cry.
But I had started crying without realizing it. It was a sneak attack of tears.
Guess what though? I cried for about 15 minutes and then I stopped.
I just stopped.
Maybe things are getting different.