He and my yellow-gold sheets are gone.

He left me, taking the sheets with him, and leaving me with a dozen yellow roses.

I have bought new pink sheets and a new blanket and pillow. I am trying to earse him from mind in some ways. I deleted all our emails and him from my social network sites. I know that seems harsh, but I do not want to harm myself more by being able to have things to look at and dwell on.

Some reason am having a hard time being inside my own home. As soon as I woke up this morning I left my house, now I am outside on my back porch. I don't feel heartbroken. I just feel really really sad about the whole affair.