My boyfriend, whom I have lived with for nearly two years, left me last week, and this afternoon he moved some of his stuff - but above all, himself - away.

We are in pretty good terms, but I am so, so sad.

When he left there was only one thing I could do because I'm so sick of crying. I hopped on the bike and went to climb the Mont-Royal (for those who don't know of Montreal, we have this 250 meters hill in the center of the city). Twice. I don't feel much better now, but at least it was nearly an hour of not thinking about anything and above all that will help me sleep tonight.

I had to share this with you gals. My other girlfriends don't understand the bike thing too well and don't understand why one would want to do any other thing than talk right now. That's just not what I needed... Thanks for being there, even if virtually.