I've walked away from someone who I've loved for eight years. During those eight years, I made damn sure that I was busy at all times. If I woke up in the middle of the night and thought about him, I forced myself to go online or to get some work done- the quality and time i spend at my work has drastically. I got my hair cut, I go out every day wearing perfect make up which takes ages to apply, I go shopping, I started kung fu classes, I read intellectual newspapers, books, etc. I volunteer at loads of places, and I also work night shifts. So I had such little time to dwell on it. When I did, I just let it be and stopped fighting it- I know I'll miss him. I know I'll cry. I let it happen, then I get over it. So long as he, and nobody else, can ever tell. When tomorrow comes, concealer and mascara will make it look like I never cried even a single tear. That's how I coped/ am coping.