One step forward, two steps back.

That's roughly how I feel my progress at getting over this heartbreak seems to be. I think I'm doing well, until something or someone presents a mental trigger that gets me all depressed again. I think it was a good idea for him to delete me off his FB. Out of sight, out of mind. As long as I don't see/hear about him, I'm fine. But the moment I see his post on someone else's photo, or his whatsapp msgs, I get depressed. Why? Because he's reminding me that I've lost a friend. Losing a boyfriend is heartbreaking, but losing a best friend is apocalyptical. Having him absent from my life sends me signals that he doesn't care anymore.

And that hurts the most out of anything else.