Gone baby gone

She left me last night. Well technically she left the night before,when she moved out. But last night she told me it was over. She needs to be single,she needs to “do her”. She says she’s always gonna love me,that I’m perfect for her,that I’m “the ideal girlfriend”. Awesome. how the fuck do I reconcile that with that fact that you’re done?
I had this sinking feeling this would happen,especially once her new place went through. But she said she had faith in us and so I did too. Now,this. Now I hafta work beside her every damn damn and know she’s not mine after. I hafta live without her touch and her sweet talk. I won’t be in her arms anymore.
Better show up today looking hotter than ever. Even if the only thing it accomplishes is making me feel a bit better.