The big ex…

A week before lockdown began and on my birthday, my ex boyfriend died. The original ex, the big ex, the four and a half years together ex. He was 23. I panicked when lockdown began and went to live with my boyfriend. As I was grieving and falling apart he tried to help me for a little while, but soon grew bored of my sorrow and we grew apart quickly after three years together. In June we split up and I moved back in on my own. I'm more in love with myself than I've ever been, and never had more love to spare for my family and friends. Loosing an old love and a recent one instilled more love in me than ever. It's the biggest love story of my life so far.