Life in the Rut as of Right Now.

Yesterday, I and my girlfriend (who I am not at liberty to give a name due to personal privacy reasons) broke-up. Parted ways, as one might say.

It seemed to me as though it was a mutual, if not at least semi-mutual inevitable occurrence, (I say
'inevitable' because alot of the people who are close to me have directly stated that they saw this coming, and to be completely honest, so did I, and I think she did to.

I believed that it was going to happen eventually, and in this case, I guess it's better sooner than later, when it would have hurt much more.
It's only been a day, yes, but the dramatic change has been enough to make me feel quite sad, blank, and quite (although not completely, because I know I will get through this) hopeless.

I'll admit, I miss her. As is obvious, not everything about her I miss, or their would have been no reason to break-up in the first place.
I don't miss only her, I miss some lips to kiss, and a comforting, loving companion who would feel the most sympathy for me when I needed it, and to which I would attempt to return the favor, although one mistake I'll admit is that I wasn't always there for her.
I miss a hand to hold, and a person to love because as distant and ghostly as it may seem I do have alot of love to give, and as of yesterday, no one to give it to.

Trust me, I'm not a inherently dramatic person, although I can be if I'm writing a story or countering ones dramatic grief with dramatic upsides, and I know as well as anyone else that I'm going to get over her and everything that happened, and I'm going to take lessons from this relationship just as anyone else would who is or was leaving a relationship.
I know as well that this is a completely natural phase in a break-up, and should easily be expected with the end of a four-and-a-half month love, but I also know that writing it down helps alot.

Anyways, I'll explain how I feel to the best of my ability: I constantly feel alone, sort of drawn away from everyone else, upset, sometimes I feel like I may have made a significant mistake, while others I feel like it was necessary but still painful.
I feel cut-off from everyone else, like no one could really truly understand how I feel.
Some small things remind me of her and give me this short pang of sorrow.

I figure it'll take about a month before I completely get over this, and I know I will.