My First Week

I have just made it to the one week mark in my new apartment.  I still feel sad and alone.  I keep wondering when Keith will call me and tell me to come home.  I don't think that day is coming.  I have days where it is all I can do to keep from crying.  I am so lonely.  I have no one.  Only me and my thoughts.  I don't even feel like a person any more.  Just a shell.  When will I get past this point?  When will I smile and laugh again?  I have no confidence, my self esteem was shot the moment he declared that he was no longer in love with me.  I sleep in my new bed, but on the side that I have always slept on- half still waiting for him.  I yearn to be loved again.  To feel wanted and special.  To feel like I am intertwined happily in another person's life.  I am feeling such a great loss.